Song Index Preview "Boy Who Wouldn't Hoe Corn" (to help remember the tune).

The Boy Who Wouldn't Hoe Corn
(Alison Kraus & Union Station)

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Tell ya' little story and it won't take long,
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'bout a lazy farmer who wouldn't hoe his corn.
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The reason why I never could tell, For that
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young man was always well.
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He planted his corn in the month of June. By
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July it was up to his eyes. Come September, came
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a big frost. And all the young man's corn was
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lost.
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His court- ship had just beg- un.
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Said, "Young man, have you
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hoed some corn?" "Well I
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tried and I tr- ied, and I tr- ied in
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vain. But I don't believe I
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raised no- grain."
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He went down town to his neighbour's
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door. Where he had often been
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be- fore. Sayin' "- Pretty little
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miss, will you marry me?
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Little miss what do you say?"
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"- Why do you c- ome for me to wed ?
     
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You, can't even m- ake your own
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corn grain. Single I am,
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and will re- main. A
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lazy man, I won't maintain."
(freely)
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He turned his back and walked away. Sayin:
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"Little miss, you'll rue the day. You'll
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rue the day that you were born. For givin' me
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the devil 'cos I wouldn't hoe corn."

The Boy Who Wouldn't Hoe Corn                           and   will re- main.       A                    
(Alison Kraus & Union Station)                        lazy man, I     won't   maintain."                
                                                                                                        
(freely, starts on 'C')                                (freely)                                         
                                                                                                        
Tell ya' little story and it won't take long,         He turned his back and walked away. Sayin:        
'bout a lazy farmer who wouldn't hoe his corn.        "Little miss, you'll rue the day.   You'll        
The reason why I never could tell, For that           rue the day that you were born. For givin' me     
young man was always well.                            the devil 'cos I wouldn't hoe corn."              
                                                                                                        
He planted his corn in the month of June. By                                                            
July it was up to his eyes. Come September, came                                                        
a big frost. And all the young man's corn was                                                           
lost.                                                                                                   
                                                                                                        
 (more rhythmically)                                                                                    
                                                                                                        
                                                                                                        
                                                                                                        
                                                                                                        
                                                                                                        
  His court- ship had   just beg- un.                                                                   
       Said, "Young   man, have you                                                                     
hoed some   corn?"       "Well I                                                                        
tried and I tr- ied, and I tr- ied in                                                                   
vain.       But I   don't believe I                                                                     
raised no- grain."                                                                                      
                                                                                                        
He   went down   town to his   neighbour's                                                              
door.     Where   he had   often   been                                                                 
be- fore.       Sayin' "- Pretty little                                                                 
  miss, will you   marry   me?                                                                          
  Little miss what     do you   say?"                                                                   
                                                                                                        
                                                                                                        
"- Why do you c- ome for   me to   wed ?                                                                
   You,   can't even m- ake your   own                                                                  
corn   grain.          Single I am,