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With a hoe a shovel and a turnin' plow makin' his livin' by the sweat of the brow&#13;
The farmer the farmer&#13;
When the sun gets hot the fields are dry and like a brain the seeds then die&#13;
The farmer the farmer&#13;
Then he bends his back to plant new grain then his farm is blessed with rain&#13;
The farmer God bless the farmer&#13;
Then on his knees gives thanks to God for fertile fields of black rich sod&#13;
The farmer God bless the farmer&#13;
Raising his two calloused hands thanking God for letting him&#13;
Use his land to be a farmer&#13;
When the wind blows cold the ground is froze&#13;
Who feeds the hungry birds in the snow the farmer the farmer&#13;
No wonder he's the first in spring&#13;
To hear the lovely robins sing the farmer the farmer&#13;
His woman loves and understands&#13;
She works by his side in the fields like a man the farmers the farmers&#13;
Then on their knees give thanks to God for fertile fields of black rich sod&#13;
The farmers God bless the farmers&#13;
Raising up their calloused hands thanking God for letting them&#13;
Be farmers just plain farmers God bless the farmers the farmers&#13;
God bless the farmers the farmers&#13;
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