Lyrics:
Praying over muffins that your grandma made
Corn in the truck, corn in the field
Corn in the bottom of a moonshine still
Corn in a kettle, corn in
the North Strand
And on, and towards the sea
He said he was an artist
But he really painted billboards
In large capital letters
Large capital letters
Oh, Coorn is bigger
It's bigger than you and you are not corn
The lengths that I will go to
Corn is in your eyes
Oh no, I've said corn too much, I
corn, I don't care
Jim crack corn, I don't care
Jim crack corn, I don't care
Oh, master's gonna away
Said the blackbird to the crow
Down
On master and give him his plate
And pass him the bottle when he got dry
And brush away the blue tail fly
Jimmy, crack corn, I don't care
Jimmy, crack
a man
Once I got the feel of blisters on my hands
Shuckin' corn, shuckin' corn, shuckin' corn, shuckin' corn
From early morning until dusk we
Hot corn cold corn bring along the demijohn
Hot corn cold corn bring along the demijohn
Hot corn cold corn bring along the demijohn
Fare
happened to my pa when he take a drink from a jug
Yeah he'd start with a smile and then after awhile he'd be out on the floor like rug
Corn liquor (corn
I said three corn patches about four cotton fields away
I said three corn patches about four cotton fields away
Lives the prettiest girl in
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Roast fish and corn bread, hey hey
Corn
Eggs
Eggs eggs eggs
Corn corn corn
Corn eggs corn eggs corn eggs corn eggs corn eggs
Eggs corn eggs corn
Eeeuuuuueewwewe
Eggs eggs eggs eggs
a song
That field of corn, would never see a plow
That field of corn, would be deserted now
A man is born but he's no good, no how
Without a song,
Dog corn another me buy gonna I'm, Mama
(Mama, I'm gonna buy me another corn dog, only backwards)
Yow yow aaaah out my comfort zone heh merc merc hehheh curian curian
Tmg or die nigga yow
Like a nad kidney man inoperable
Artist life artist life
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Roast fish and corn bread, hey hey
complains
But where I come from, rain is a good thing
Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey
Whiskey makes my baby feel a little frisky
Back roads are
strand
And on, on towards the sea
He said he was an artist
But he really painted billboards
In large capital letters
Large capital letters
He was telling
Whoa, I know unless he has a song
That field of corn, whoa
Would never see a plow
That field of a corn, whoa, whoa
Would be deserted now a man is
On The Red River, on Bayou Pierre
Rosalee worked in White's Grocery
I'd get in trouble for goin' down there
She'd give me corn pops for free
Little
Carry me back to old Virginny
Carry me back to old Virginny
There's where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow
There's where the birds warble
"Interstate 80 Iowa"
Mississippi River
Davenport
Corn, corn, corn, corn
Corn, corn, corn
"whats that smell?"
Corn, corn, corn
Iowa City
Corn, corn
complains
But where I come from, rain is a good thing
Rain makes corn, corn makes whiskey
Whiskey makes my baby feel a little frisky
Back roads are
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