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 banker or legal charmer

When the Lord made me he made 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 health and a Blackland farm

Breakin' up the new ground early in the day

Gonna plant cotton, I’m gonna plant hay

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

Lord you sure done me right by my Blackland farm

I feel like I’m a-gettin' closer to you, God

A plow in the ground and a-breakin' up the sod

Well, my mind is at ease and I could do no harm

Lord, I owe it all to you and my Blackland farm