Shucking the Corn
Shuckin' the corn
Shuckin' the corn
You ain't done a thing since the day you were born
You just lay around the shade all day
Shuckin' the corn
Talkin' down your fellow man
Ain't no way to fill your frying pan
You ought to shut your mouth
Instead of, shuckin' the corn
How you gonna get down to Georgia
Them box cars are full of rock coal son
The box
Who's gonna meet you at the station
Tell me, who's gonna meet you at the station
My baby and a bottle of wine joe
My baby and a bottle of wine
Shuckin' the corn
Shuckin' the corn
You ain't done a thing since the day you were born
You just lay around the shade all day
Shuckin' the corn
Talkin' down your fellow man
Ain't no way to fill your frying pan
You ought to shut your mouth son
Instead of, shuckin' the corn
How you make the boss man smile child
How you make the boss man smile
Lay another bushel on the pile son
Lay another bushel on the pile
How you make the boss man cross now
How you make the boss man cross
Chuck another bushel on the ground boy
Chuck another bushel on the ground
Shuckin' the corn
Shuckin' the corn
You ain't done a thing since the day you were born
You just lay around the shade all day
Shuckin' the corn
Talkin' about gossip children
Talkin' down your fellow man
Ain't no way to fill your frying pan
You ought to shut your mouth son
Instead of, shuckin' the corn
Now don't you give me no wedding ring boy
Don't you give me no wedding ring
It's heavy like a ball and chain man
It's heavy like a ball and chain
(This is what he told me, he said)
Don't you give me no wedding ring baby
Don't you give me no wedding ring
They say it's heavy like a ball and chain son
It's heavy like a ball and chain
Shuckin' the corn
Shuckin' the corn
You barely done a thing since the day you were born
You just lay around the shade all day
Shuckin' the corn
Talkin' down your fellow man
Ain't no way to fill your frying pan
Now you ought to shut your mouth man
Instead of, shuckin' the corn, just shuckin' that corn, shuckin' that corn
You got to shut your mouth