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Don't have a retirement plan Just a hundred acre piece of black dirt land And a red tractor sittin' in the shed Startin' tomorrow they're callin' for rain So you're turnin' over that field today There's a wide world out there Waitin' to be fed May the sun always Shine down upon you Let the rain fall 'Til you have all you need It's God's job To turn everything Into what he wants it to be But God bless the ones Who plant the seed You don't mind livin' on a budget You wouldn't teach school If you didn't love it You're there before seven And stay long after five In your class The kids learn more then English You work with them 'til they believe that They can do anything They want to with their lives May the sun always Shine down upon you Let the rain fall 'Til you have all you need It's God's job To turn everything Into what he wants it to be But God bless the ones Who plant the seed Yeah, yeah, yeah Here's to everyone Who unselfishly runs Their race so we can dream May the sun always Shine down upon you Let the rain fall 'Til you have all you need It's God's job To turn everything Into what he wants it to be But God bless the ones Who plant the seed |
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