Blackland Farmer

(Frankie Miller)



When the Lord made me he made a simple man

Not much money and not much land

He didn't make me no baker or legal charmer

And the Lord made me a blackland 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 help and a blackland farm.



I've been breakin' up the new ground early in the day

I'm ganna plant some cotton I'm gonna plant some hay

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

Lord, you sure done me right on my blackland farm.



I feel like I'm gettin' closer to you God

A plantin' the ground and breakin' up the sod

My mind is at ease and I could do no harm

Lord, I owe it all to you and the blackland farm...