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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 black land 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 black land farm
Breaking up a new ground
Early in the day
Gonna plant cotton
I'm gonna plant hay
I love to smell the sweet breeze blowing through the corn
Lord you sure done me right
By my black land farm
I feel like I'm getting close to you God
Plowing in the ground and breaking up the sod
Well my mind is easing
I could do no harm
Lord I owe it all to you and my black land farm