Howdy Neighbor

Howdy neighbor!

Happy harvest.

May your 40 acres soon be fields of clover.

Yes, indeed, and plant a wish

With every seeden by and by

The sun and rain will make an etching

Of a million little green fingers

Stretching to the sky

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.

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 upset us

Mister, you can bet us

There'll be lots of crispy lettuce in your jeans

*ALL*

Full of tater! Crispy lettuce! Fresh tomatoes! Crispy lettuce in your jeans!

*JANE*

Plant them to live and find out just what livin' means

Howdy neighbor!

Happy harvest!

May your forty acres soon be fields of clover

Go on puff your corncob pipes

And no more gripes and no more groans.

No mortgages or loans

And you won't see a trace

Of worryin' on the face of Farmer John.

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 your work for mother nature

You get paid by father time!