Blackland Farmer Lyrics - Welder - Elizabeth Cook

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 and 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 to smell the sweet breeze blowin' through the corn 

Life has sure done me right by my blackland farm 

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

A pint in the ground and I'm breakin' up the sod 

My mind is at ease and I can do no harm 

Lord, I owe all to you and my blackland farm