(Don Rich)      Pick a little cotton    And put it in the wagon    Make it to the gin and then   Get yourself some money    And take out your honey    And do it all over again   Oh, that's a life of a country boy    He works from sun to sun   He's just a hard workin' country lad    But he's a happy son of a gun.      He's just a hard workin' country boy    Out on the farm    Workin' from dawn to dusk   A pickin' the cotton    A plowin' the fields    And doin' the things he must   But on Saturday    He'll hit for town    To have himself a little fun   And when he's stumpin'    On a honky tonk hardwood floor    He's a happy son of a gun.      --- Instrumental ---      Well, a country boy's    Got a wearied back    'Cause workin' is all he's known   Ain't got much    Just a blackland farm    But that blackland farm's his own   He don't have to answer    To any man    And worries has enough   And you can tell by lookin'    This country boy's    Just a happy son of a gun.      He's just a hard workin' country boy    Out on the farm    Workin' from dawn to dusk   A pickin' the cotton    And plowin' the fields    And doin' the things he must   But on Saturday    He'll hit for town    To have himself a little fun   And when he's stumpin'    On a honky tonk hardwood floor    He's a happy son of a gun.      Now, when he's stumpin'    On a honky tonk hardwood floor    He's a happy son of a gun...