COUNTRY FOLKS RAG
COUNTRY FOLKS RAG
W:Larry M Clark BMI P:Ellemsee Music BMI larrymyrtus@yahoo.com
VERSE As I look across the golden fields of wheat standing tall
I see people making harvest against the coming Fall
Bending backs and making sweat within a cloud of dustThe Lord must love Country Folks, cause he made so many of us
Snow white cotton and all hands picking in the delta bottom land
Living life from day to day, just working for the man
Trying to put a little away, so life won't be a bust
The Lord must love Country Folks, cause he made so many of us
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The Lord must love Country Folks because he made so many
To till the fields and raise the crops and fill the horn of plenty
We're all God's children and we're all equal til we return to dust
But the Lord must love Country Folks, cause he made so many of us
VERSE
Sunburned hands pulling corn on a Carolina hill
A third for the boss, a third for us and one-third for the still
Give a gallon to the Sheriff, so he won't make a fuss
The Lord must love Country Folks, cause he made so many of us
The cowboy on his faithful horse, riding for the brand
The trucker in his smoking semi, rolling cross the land
The roadie crew, the pickers too, and the guy who drives the bus
The Lord must love Country Folks, cause he made so many of us
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