(Howdy-Doody) Happy Harvest

Written for: Summer Stock (1950)
Performer: Judy Garland & Chorus
Lyric: Mack Gordon
Music: Harry Warren
Year: 1949
Original publisher: Harry Warren Music, Inc., rights controlled by Leo Feist, Inc.

Verse:

Come on along and take a ride,
And look at life from the cheery side.
Oh, things are gonna jell
For the farmer in the dell
And how, and how!
Keep the roads a-clear,
It's a "go to market" year,
And how, and how!
There'll be a prosperous swish to the tail of ev'ry cow,
We'll sow and plow and hoe and how, how, how!

Chorus 1:

Howdy doodee, happy harvest,
May your forty acres soon be fields of clover!
Yes indeed, and plant a wish with ev'ry seed and bye and bye,
The sun and rain will make an etching
Of a million little green fingers stretching to the sky.
Howdy doodee, happy harvest!
Get your rockin' 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.

Patter:

Chicks are gonna cackle
And ev'ry burlap sack'll
Be full of 'taters and tobaccos,
And dozens of diff'rent good and healthy greens;
And if the weatherman won't upset us,
Mister, you can bet us,
There'll be lots of crispy lettuce in your jeans!

Chorus 2:

Howdy doodee, 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 Jones!
Howdy doodee, happy harvest!
Get your rockin' chairs, for all your cares are over.
Clap your hands and lick your chops,
Your bumper crops are on the climb;
And in crowded country chapels
Ev'ry farmer will be prayin',
And as sure as God made little green apples,
You will hear them sayin',
"Let's be thankful for a happy harvest time,
Let's be thankful for a happy harvest time!"