Blackland Farmer - Steve Young

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

Breaking up the new ground early in the day

I’m gonna plant cotton, I’m gonna plant hay

I love to smell the sweet breeze blowing through the corn

Lord you sho done me right

By my Blackland farm

I feel like I’m getting closer to you, God

Plowing up the new ground and breaking up the sod

My mind is set not to do no harm

Lord, I owe it all to you

And my Blackland farm