Текст песни
Tell You a little story and it won't take long,
'Bout a lazy farmer who wouldn't hoe his corn.
The reason why I never could tell,
That young man was always well.
He planted his corn in the month of June.
By July it was up to his eyes.
Come September, came a big frost.
And all the young man's corn was lost.
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His story, kith, had just begun.
Said: "Young man, have you hoed some corn?"
"Well I tried and I tried, and I tried in vain."
"But I don't believe I raised no grain."
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He went downtown to his neighbor's door.
Where he had often been before.
Sayin': "Pretty little miss, will you marry me?"
"Little miss what do you say?"
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"Why do you come for me to wed?"
"You, can't even make your own corn grain."
"Single I am, and will remain."
"A lazy man, I won't maintain."
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He turned his back and walked away.
Sayin: "Little miss, you'll rue the day."
"You'll rue the day that you were born."
"For givin' me the devil 'cos I wouldn't hoe corn."