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 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 there came a big frost And all the young man's corn was lost His courtship had just begun Said young man, "Have you hauled some corn ?" "Well I tried and I tried and I tried in vain, But I don't believe I raised one grain." Well 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 cornbread 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 Givin me the devil cause I wouldn't hoe corn."