neighbor! neighbor! harvest! harvest!. May your 40 acres be fields of clover. Yes, indeed, and plant a With every and by and by The sun and rain will an etching Of a million little fingers to the sky
neighbor! harvest!
Get your rocking chairs, for all your are over Clap your hands and lick your chaps, bumper crops are on the climb. Hey, we're roll in plenty, spend a five or ten or twenty, And those happy bells are gonna chime. Remember neighbor when you work for mother nature you get paid by time. Chicks are gonna cackle and burlap sack'll be full of taters and tobaccos And dozens of different good and healthey greens, and if the weatherman upsent us Mister, you can bet us there'll be lots of lettuce in your jeans Full of tater! Crispy lettuce! tomatoes! Crispy lettuce in your jeans! Plant them to live and find out just what livin' neighbor! neighbor! harvest! Happy harvest! May your forty soon be fields of clover Yes indeed! *JANE* Go on puff your corncob pipes and no more gripes and no groans. No or loans and you won't see a trace of worryin' on the face of Farmer Jones neighbor! neighbor! harvest! Happy harvest! Get your rocking chairs for all cares are over. Hall-ay-loo! Clap your hands and lick your , your bumper crops are on the climb. Hey, we're roll in plenty. Spend a five or ten or twenty and those happy harvest bells are chime. Remember, neighbor, when your for mother nature you get paid by father time!