Tell you little story and it won't take long
'Bout a lazy farmer who wouldn't hoe his corn
The reason why I could never tell
But that young man was always well

He planted his corn in the month of June
By July it was up to his eyes [bad word] 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
He had often been before
Said, "Pretty little miss, will you marry me?
Little miss what do you say?"

"Why do [bad word] for me to wed?
Can't even make your own corn grain.
Single I am and will remain;
lazy man I won't maintain."

He turned his back and walked away
Sayin', "Little miss [bad word] the day.
 [bad word] the day that you were born
For givin' me the devil cause I wouldn't hoe corn."