Lyrics:

Last year was no good crop year
And everybody noticed
Grandpa raised the corn
Some black rascal stole it
I'm goin' home, son, I'm goin' home
I'm goin' home, son, I'm goin' home
Jaybird pullin' the tilling cross
Sparrow pullin' the harrow
You gonna pull it today, big boy
I'm gonna pull it tomorrow
I'm goin' home, son, I'm goin' home
I'm goin' home, dad, I'm goin' home
I lost my gal the other day
While you rang I found her
Way down in that old cornfield
15 boys around her
I'm goin' home, boy, I'm goin' home
I'm goin' home, son, I'm goin' home
On the back with the black boots on
I sure do wish to steal it
I take this train chain here
And run you stone crazy
I'm goin' home, big boy, I'm goin' home
I'm goin' home, big boy, I'm goin' home
Girl, bring me my shotgun
Rifle ain't got no trigger
We goin' down to party tonight
Might meet another (boy)
I'm goin' home, big boy, I'm goin' home
I'm goin' home, son, I'm goin' home
I'm goin' home, big boy, I'm goin' home, don't you like it?
I'm goin' home, down, I'm goin' home
I'm goin' home, big boy, I'm goin' home
Ain't you like it that way, boy?