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Tell you little story and it won't take long |
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'Bout a lazy farmer who wouldn't hoe his corn |
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The reason why I never could tell |
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But that young man was always well |
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He planted his corn in the month of June |
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By July it was up to his eyes |
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Come September came a big frost |
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And all the young man's corn was lost |
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His courtship had just begun |
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Said, "Young man, have you hoed some corn?" |
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"Well, I tried and I tried and I tried in vain |
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But I don't believe I raised one grain." |
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He went downtown to his neighbor's door |
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He had often been before |
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Said, "Pretty little miss, will you marry me? |
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Little miss what do you say?" |
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"Why do you come for me to wed? |
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Can't even make your own corn grain. |
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Single I am and will remain; |
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A lazy man I won't maintain." |
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He turned his back and walked away |
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Sayin', "Little miss you rue the day. |
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You'll rue the day that you were born |
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For givin' me the devil cause I wouldn't hoe corn." |
