Get up here, boy.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 bornbecause the Lord gave me health and a black land farm.Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.Breaking up the new ground early in the day.Gonna plant cotton, I'm gonna plant hay.I love the smell of sweet berries blowing through the corn.Lord, you sure done me right.I'm a black land farm.I feel like I'm getting closer.Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.Listen to you, God.Planting the ground and breaking up the sod.Well, my mind is at ease and I could do no harm.Lord, I owe it all to you and my black land farm.Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.