D G A D Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm MmmmmD G A D Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm MmmmmD G When the Lord made me, he made a simple manA D Not much money and not much landD G He didn’t make me no banker, or legal charmerD G D When the Lord made me he made a Blackland FarmerD G Well my hands ain’t smooth and my face is roughA D But my heart is warm and my ways ain’t toughD G I guess I’m the luckiest man ever bornD G D Cause the Lord gave me health and a Blackland FarmD G A D Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm MmmmmD G A D Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm MmmmmD G Breakin up the new ground early in the dayA D Gonna plant cotton, I’m gonna plant hayD G I love to smell the sweet breeze blowin’ through the cornD G D Life has sure done me right by my Blackland FarmD G I feel like I’m getting closer to you GodA D A pint in the ground and I’m breakin up the sodD G My mind is at ease and I can do no harmD G D Lord I owe it all to you and my Blackland FarmD G A D Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm MmmmmD G A D Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm Mmmmm
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