| Well, I was workin' on my farm 'bout 1982, | 
| Pullin' up some corn and a little carrot, too | 
| When two low-flying aeroplanes, 'bout a hundred feet high | 
| Dropped a bunch o' bales o' somethin', some hit me in the eye… | 
| So I cut a bale open, an' man was I surprised | 
| Bunch o' large sized baggies, with big white rocks inside | 
| So I took a little sample to my crazy brother Joe | 
| He sniffed it up and kicked his heels, said, | 
| «Horton, that’s some blow!» | 
| Bales of cocaine, fallin' from low-flyin' plane | 
| I don’t know who done dropped 'em, but I thank 'em just the same | 
| Bales of cocaine, fallin' like a foriegn rain | 
| My life changed completely by the low-flyin' planes | 
| So I loaded up them bales in my pick-em-up truck, | 
| Headed west for Dallas, where I would try my luck | 
| I didn’t have a notion if I could sell 'em there, | 
| But, thirty minutes later, I was a millionaire… | 
| Bales of cocaine, fallin' from low-flyin' plane | 
| I don’t know who done dropped 'em, but I thank 'em just the same | 
| Bales of cocaine, fallin' like a foriegn rain | 
| My life changed completely by the low-flyin' planes | 
| And 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 Peru | 
| And when get so homesick, I think I’m goin' insane, | 
| I travel back to Texas in a low-flyin' plane… | 
| Bales of cocaine, fallin' from low-flyin' plane | 
| I don’t know who done dropped 'em, but I thank 'em just the same | 
| Bales of cocaine, fallin' like a foriegn rain | 
| My life changed completely by the low-flyin' planes |