Lyrics:

Tell you little story and it won't take long
About 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 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
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 corngrain
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 rue the day that you were born
For givin' me the devil 'cause I wouldn't hoe corn