I got a barrel of flour, Lord, I got a bucket of lard.
I got a barrel of flour, Lord, I got a buck-et of lard.
Ain't got no blues, got trukeys in my backyard.
Got corn in my crib, got cotton growing in my patch.
Got corn in my crib, got cotton growing in my patch.
I got the old hen settin'-waitin' for the old hen to hatch.
I'm gonna build me a shanty, Lord, I'm gonna settle down.
I'm gonna build me a shanty, Lord, I'm gonna settle down.
Get me a cornfed mama, Lord, and stop runnin' around.
I can make more money with my pick and plow.
I can make more money with my pick and plow.
With my one-eyed mule and my good old Jersey cow.