Elizabeth Cook - Blackland Farmer lyrics

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 blackland farmer Well, my hands ain't smooth and 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 blackland farm Breakin' up the new ground early in the day Gonna plant cotton, I'm gonna plant hay I love to smell the sweet breeze blowin' through the corn Life has sure done me right by my blackland farm I feel like I'm getting closer to you, God A pint in the ground and I'm breakin' up the sod My mind is at ease and I can do no harm Lord, I owe all to you and my blackland farm