Well I was workin' on my farm, 'bout 1982
Pullin' up some corn, and a little carrot, too
When two low-flyin' airplanes, 'bout a hun'red feet high
Dropped a buncha bales of somethin', 'bout hit me in the eye

So I cut a bale open, and man was I surprised
buncha large sized baggies, with big, white rocks inside
So I took a little sample, and my crazy brother Joe
Sniffed it up and kicked his heels, said, "Horton, that's someblow!"

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Bales of cocaine, fallin' from low-flyin' planes
I don't know who done dropped 'em, but I thank 'em just thesame
Bales of cocaine, fallin' like the pourin' rain
My life [bad word] by those low-flyin' planes

I loaded up them bales in my pick 'em up [bad word] 
Headed west for Dallas, where I might try my luck
I didn't have a notion that I could sell 'em there
Thirty minutes later I was a millionare

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Now I am a rich man, but I'm still a farmer too
But I sold my farm in Texas, bought a farm down in [bad word] 
And when I get so homesick, I think I'm goin' insane
I travel back to Texas in a low-flyin' plane

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