@migu music@

Tell you 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

But 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 courtship 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 one grain."

He went downtown to his neighbor's door

He had often been before

Said, "Pretty little miss, will you marry me?

Little miss what do you say?"

"Why do you come for me to wed?

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 rue the day.

You'll rue the day that you were born

For givin' me the devil cause I wouldn't hoe corn."