~ Black Land Farmer ~

 

 

Black Land Farmer

Git up here boy!

Hummm... hummmmm... hummmmmm
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When the Lord made me
He made a simple man
Not much money and not much land
He didn't make me no banker or legal charmer
When the Lord made me he made a black land farmer

Well my hands ain't smooth, my face is rough
But my heart is warm and my ways ain't tough
I guess I'm the luckiest man ever born
'Cause the Lord gave me health
And a black land farm

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Breaking up the new ground early in the day
Gonna plant cotton, I'm gonna plant hay
I love to smell the sweet breeze blowing through the corn
Lord you sho done me right
By my black land farm

I feel like I'm getting closer to you, God
A plowing up the new ground and breaking up the sod
My mind is set not to do no harm
Lord, I owe it all to You
And my black land farm

Hummm... hummmmm... hummmmmm
Hummm... hummmmm... hummmmmm
Hummm... hummmmm... hummmmmm

Performed by
Frankie Miller



Denim & Lace 2009

"I have always found this to be true. Most people who are smart and have a lot of knowledge like to talk but hardly ever listen to what someone else has to say. People who are wise listen to everything."

 

 
     

 
 

 
 

 
     

 

 

 

 

 

     

 

 

 
 

 

 

 

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