Song Lyrics

(Yodel-ay-ee, oh-lay-ee, oh-lay-ee)

I got a bale of flour, Lord, I got a bucket of lard
I got a bale of flour, Lord, I got a bucket of lard
I ain't got no blues, got chickens in my back yard

(Yodel-ay-ee, lay-ee-ay, dee-yodel-ay-ee)

Got corn in my crib, cotton growin' in my patch
Got corn in my crib, cotton growin' in my patch
Got that old hen settin', waitin' for that old hen to hatch

(Yodel-ay-ee, oh-lay-ee, oh-lay-ee)
(Pick that thing, boy)
(Play it, brother)

Gonna buy all my chillin' a brand new pair of shoes
Gonna buy all my chillin' a brand new pair of shoes
I'm gonna quit singin' these doggone, hard-time blues

(Yodel-ay-ee, oh-lay-ee, oh-lay-ee)

I'm gonna hitch up my mules, take a hoe to my line
Gonna hitch up my mule, take a hoe to my line
And I can't be bothered with all these old hard times

(Dee-yodel-ay-ee, ha-ah-ard ti-imes)

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
Gonna get me a corn-fed mama, Lord, and quit runnin' around

(Dee-yodel-ay-ee-ay, dee-yodel-ay-ee-ay, dee-yodel-ay-ee)

I can make more money with my pig and plow
I can make more money with my pig and plow
With my one-eyed mule and my good old Jersey cow

(Dee-yodel-ay-ee-ay, ha-ah-ard time bl-ues)

Jimmie Rodgers