Blackland Farmer - Elizabeth Cook

When the Lord made me, he made a simple man

Not much money 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

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

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

For the 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