The Boy Who Wouldn't Hoe Corn
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 For that young man was always well He planted his corn in the month of June And 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 neighbor'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, 'cause I wouldn't hoe corn"
Written by: ALISON MARIA KRAUSS, BARRY BALES, DANIEL JOHN TYMINSKI, JERRY DOUGLAS, PATRICK JOHN BRAYER, RON BLOCK
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