(Whistle)

Giddy-on-up boy



(Humming)



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



(Humming)



Breaking 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 sho' done me right

By my blackland farm



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

Plowing up the ground and a-breaking up the sod

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

Lord, I owe it all to you

And my blackland farm



(Humming)