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   For that young man was always well      He planted his corn in the month of June   And 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 neighbor'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"