| Yeah said the red man said to the white man
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| If you’re gonna survive in this new land
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| It’s gonna take a little more than all the gun powder
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| And lead you can float on that big Mayflower
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| It’s gonna take more than that flag on this rocky shore
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| Here’s you some corn
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| Cleared them a field and hoed some rows
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| He put up a fence and built an old scarecrow
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| Now here we are four hundred long years later
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| Yeah we’re coast to coast, ten billion acres
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| From California down to Florida to New York
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| Yeah we just covered in corn
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| Yeah we box it, stalk it, microwave and pop it
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| Boil it after we shuck it out on the front porch
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| Some steam it, cream it, sack it up and feed it
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| To the chickens, cows, sows and the wild boars
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| Ah thank the Lord for corn
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| Now white lightnin' struck here in Tennessee
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| The night a hillbilly stumbled on a recipe
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| Yeah dropped a cob or two in sugar and water
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| He boiled it and ran it through a roll of copper
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| He took a swig and wound up face down on the floor
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| Blamed it on the corn
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| Yeah we box it, stalk it, microwave and pop it
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| Boil it after we shuck it out on the front porch
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| Some steam it, cream it, sack it up and feed it
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| To the chickens, cows, sows and the wild boars
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| Ah thank the Lord for corn
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| Yeah we box it, stalk it, microwave and pop it
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| Boil it after we shuck it out on the front porch
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| Some steam it, cream it, sack it up and feed it
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| To the chickens, cows, sows and the wild boars
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| Ah thank the Lord for corn, ah yeah
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| Thank God for the corn farmers in this country
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| And the Co-Op, and the Tractor Supply
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| And all them Mom and Pop grocery stores
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| For keepin' us in corn |