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

The Boy Who Wouldn't Hoe Corn

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.»…