Howdy Neighbor

Happy harvest. Get your rocking chairs, for all your cares are over.
Clap your havnds and lick your chaps, 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.
Chicks are gonna cackle and every burlap sack’ll be full of taters and tobaccos
And dozens of different good and healthey greens, and if the weatherman won’t
upsent us Mister, you can bet us there’ll be lots of crispy lettuce in your jeans
Full of tater! Crispy lettuce! Fresh tomatoes! Crispy lettuce in your jeans!
Plant them to live and find out just what livin' means
Howdy neighbor!
Howdy neighbor!
Happy harvest!
Happy harvest! May your forty acres soon be fields of clover
No mortgages or loans and you won’t see a trace of worryin' on the face of Farmer John.
Howdy neighbor!
Howdy neighbor!
Happy harvest!
Happy harvest! Get your rocking chairs for all your cares are over.
Hall-ay-loo!
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 your work for mother nature you get paid by father
time!