Come on along and take a ride,
and look at life from the cheery side...
Howdy, neighbor!
(Howdy, neighbor!)
Happy harvest
May your 40 acres soon be fields of clover
Yes indeed and plant a wish with every seed and by and by
the sun and rain will make an etching
of a million little green fingers stretching to the sky!
Get your rocking chairs for all your cares are over
Clap your hands and lick your chops
your bumber crops are on the climb
Hey we're gonna roll in plenty
spend a five or ten or twenty
And those happy harvest bells are gonna chime!
Remember neighbor
when you work for Mother Nature,
You get paid by Father Time!
Chicks are gonna cackle
and every burlap sack'll be full of 'taters and tobaccos
and dozens of different good and healthy greens
And if the weather man won't upset us
Mister you can bet us
they'll be lots of crispy lettuce in your jeans!
If you're into living, find out just what living means!
Howdy neighbor? Happy harvest!
May your forty acres soon be fields of clover
Go on puff your corn cob pipes
And no more gripes and no more groans
No mortgages or loans
And you won't see a trace of worrying
On the face of Farmer Jones
Howdy neighbor? Happy harvest!
Get your rocking chairs for all your cares are over
Clap your hands and lick your chops
Your bumper crops are on the climb
Hey we're gonna roll in plenty
spend a five or ten or twenty
And those happy harvest bells are gonna chime!
Remember neighbor
When you work for Mother Nature
You get paid by Father Time