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