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<h6>COUNTRY FOLKS RAG</h6>
COUNTRY FOLKS RAG<br />
W:Larry M Clark BMI  P:Ellemsee Music BMI  larrymyrtus@yahoo.com  <br />
VERSE                                                                                                                                        As I look across the golden fields of wheat standing tall<br />
I see people making harvest against the coming Fall<br />
Bending backs and making sweat within a cloud of dustThe Lord must love Country Folks, cause he made so many of us<br />
Snow white cotton and all hands picking in the delta bottom land<br />
Living life from day to day, just working for the man<br />
Trying to put a little away, so life won't be a bust<br />
The Lord must love Country Folks, cause he made so many of us<br />
CHORUS<br />
The Lord must love Country Folks because he made so many<br />
To till the fields and raise the crops and fill the horn of plenty<br />
We're all God's children and we're all equal til we return to dust<br />
But the Lord must love Country Folks, cause he made so many of us<br />
VERSE	            <br />
Sunburned hands pulling corn on a Carolina hill<br />
A third for the boss, a third for us and one-third for the still<br />
Give a gallon to the Sheriff, so he won't make a fuss<br />
The Lord must love Country Folks, cause he made so many of us<br />
The cowboy on his faithful horse, riding for the brand<br />
The trucker in his smoking semi, rolling cross the land<br />
The roadie crew, the pickers too, and the guy who drives the bus<br />
The Lord must love Country Folks, cause he made so many of us<br />
CHORUS
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