Black Land Farmer by Frankie Miller © ARPS Publishing (BMI) 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 Breaking 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 blowing through the corn Lord you sho done me right By my blackland farm I feel like I'm getting closer to you, God Plowing up the new ground and breaking up the sod My mind is set not to do no harm Lord, I owe it all to you And my blackland farm