I have a little story, it's not very long
About a lazy farmer boy who wouldn't hoe his corn
And why this was I never could tell
For that young man was always well
That young man was always well

He planted his corn on June the last
In July it was up to his eye
In September there came a big frost
And that poor farmer's corn was lost
That poor farmer's corn was lost

He'd head to the field he got there last
The weeds and the grass were up to his chin
The grass and the weeds they grow so high
They caused that poor man for to sigh
Caused that poor man for to sigh

When his courtship it did begin
She said dear man have you hoed your corn
Well I tried I tried I tried in vain
But I don't believe I'll raise one grain
Don't believe I'll raise one grain

Why do you come to me to wed
If you won't raise your own cornbread
Single I am and will remain
But a lazy man I won't maintain
A lazy man I won't maintain

He hung his head and he walked away
Saying kind miss you'll rue the day
You'll rue the day that you were born
For giving me the devil cause I wouldn't hoe my corn
Giving me the devil cause I wouldn't hoe my corn

Now his courtship has come to an end
As he walked away he did begin
Saying kind miss I'll have another girl
If I have to ramble this big round world
Have to ramble this big round world

Copyright: MADISON LEISURE CORP.
Writer(s): Buster Carter, Preston Young