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.



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."



He Went Down Town To His Neighbour's Door.

Where He Had Often Been Before.

Sayin': "Pretty Little Miss, Will You Marry Me?"

"Little Miss What Do You Say?"



"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."



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."