Elizabeth Cook  -   Blackland Farmer  (Written by Frankie Miller)

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When the Lord made me, he made a simple man

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Not much money and not much land

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He didn’t make me no banker, or legal charmer

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When the Lord made me he made a Blackland Farmer


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Well my hands ain’t smooth and my face is rough

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But my heart is warm and my ways ain’t tough

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I guess I’m the luckiest man ever born

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Cause the Lord gave me health and a Blackland Farm

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Breakin up the new ground early in the day

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Gonna plant cotton, I’m gonna plant hay

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I love to smell the sweet breeze blowin’ through the corn

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Life has sure done me right by my Blackland Farm


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I feel like I’m getting closer to you God

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A pint in the ground and I’m breakin up the sod

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My mind is at ease and I can do no harm 

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Lord I owe it all to you and my Blackland Farm

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