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Last year was no good crop year

And everybody noticed

Grandpa raised the corn

Some black rascal stole it

I'm goin' home, son, I'm goin' home

I'm goin' home, son, I'm goin' home

Jaybird pullin' the tilling cross

Sparrow pullin' the harrow

You gonna pull it today, big boy

I'm gonna pull it tomorrow

I'm goin' home, son, I'm goin' home

I'm goin' home, dad, I'm goin' home

I lost my gal the other day

While you rang I found her

Way down in that old cornfield

15 boys around her

I'm goin' home, boy, I'm goin' home

I'm goin' home, son, I'm goin' home

On the back with the black boots on

I sure do wish to steal it

I take this train chain here

And run you stone crazy

I'm goin' home, big boy, I'm goin' home

I'm goin' home, big boy, I'm goin' home

Girl, bring me my shotgun

Rifle ain't got no trigger

We goin' down to party tonight

Might meet another (boy)

I'm goin' home, big boy, I'm goin' home

I'm goin' home, son, I'm goin' home

I'm goin' home, big boy, I'm goin' home, don't you like it?

I'm goin' home, down, I'm goin' home

I'm goin' home, big boy, I'm goin' home

Ain't you like it that way, boy?