| Come on along and take a ride and look at life from the cheery side
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| Howdy neighbor, happy harvest
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| May your forty acres soon be fields of clover
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| Yes indeed and plant a wish with every seed and by and by The sun and rain will make an etching
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| Of a million little green fingers stretching to the sky
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| Howdy neighbor, happy harvest
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| Get your rocking chairs for all your cares are over
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| Clap your hands and lick your chops your bumper crops are on the climb
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| Hey we’re gonna roll in plenty spend a $ 5 or $ 10 or $ 20
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| And those happy harvest bells are gonna chime
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| Remember neighbor when you work for Mother Nature
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| You get paid by Father Time
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| Chicks are gonna cackle
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| And every burlap sack’ll be full of 'tatoes and tobaccos
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| And dozens of different good and healthy greens
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| And if the weather man won’t upset us Mister you can bet us they’ll be lots of crispy lettuce in your jeans
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| If you’re into livin' find out just what livin' means
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| Howdy neighbor, happy harvest
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| May your forty acres soon be fields of clover
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| Go on puff your corn cob pipes
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| And no more gripes and no more groans
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| No mortgages or loans
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| And you won’t see a trace of worrying on the face of Farmer Jones
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| Howdy neighbor, happy harvest
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| Get your rocking chairs for all your cares are over
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| Clap your hands and lick your chops your bumper crops are on the climb
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| Hey we’re gonna roll in plenty spend a $ 5 or $ 10 or $ 20
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| And those happy harvest bells are gonna chime
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| Remember neighbor when you work for Mother Nature
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| You get paid by Father Time |