Great big taters in sandy land, We-all dig ’em out as fast as we can. The folds all buy ’em from a foolish man, Raisin’ great big taters in sandy land. 
Sow them oats, but you can’t get a stand, Corn won’t grow in that sandy land. Folks won’t think you’re much of a man, If you can’t make a livin’ on sandy land. </pre> 
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