The Boy Who Wouldn't Hoe Corn - Alison Krauss, Union Station

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, came a big frost.

And all the young man’s corn was lost.

His story, kith, 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 no grain.»

He went down town to his neighbour’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 corn grain.

«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.

«For givin' me the devil 'cos I wouldn’t hoe corn.»…