There's better times a coming
Well the cows gone dry and the hens son't lay no place I can borrow I give the landlord all the news and the rent comes due tomorrow There's lost of money in the bank they say thats where they keep it Not only wouldn't loan me aome but they wouldn't let me see it So pickaway on the old banjo And keep that guitar strumming Put more water in the soup There's better times a coming Well Mary Lou could pull a plow if only I would let her She's twice as strong as any oxbut looks a little better I didn't kiss that Mary Lou but once and then I had to leave Made my collar get to high and start that burning fever * Refrain My rooster use to chase the hens he just kept getting thinner It's afraid he'd run himself to death so I brought him in for dinner Yea cotton crops are mighty poor the weeds are really growin' I need a woman pretty bad to help me with the hoeing * Refrain