Happy Harvest

JANE: Howdy neighbor!

MEN: Howdy neighbor!

JANE: 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 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!

PEOPLE: Full of taters! Crispy lettuce! Fresh tomatoes! Crispy lettuce in your jeans!

JANE: Plant them to live and find out just what livin’ means

PEOPLE: Howdy neighbor!

JANE: Howdy neighbor!

PEOPLE: Happy harvest!

JANE: Happy harvest! May your forty acres soon be fields of clover.

PEOPLE: Yes indeed

JANE: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.

PEOPLE:Howdy neighbor!

JANE: Howdy neighbor!

PEOPLE:Happy harvest!

JANE: Happy harvest! Get your rocking chairs for all your cares are over.

PEOPLE: Hall-ay-loo!

JANE: 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!

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