[Spoken]
Whoa, there!
What's the matter, you, fool?
Back up there, back up there, pig, you hear me!
On our turpentine farm, hmm-hmm,
On our turpentine farm, hmm-hmm,
Where the work ain't hard, hmm-hmm.
And the weather is warm.
We drove our mule to the water trough,
He wouldn't drink and he wouldn't
back off,
With turpentine, we stroke him
good,
He drunk all the water in our neighborhood.
On our turpentine farm, hmm-hmm,
On our turpentine farm, hmm-hmm,
Where the work ain't hard, hmm-hmm.
And the weather is warm.
The hogs wouldn't grunt, and the
cows wouldn't moo,
We tried to think what in the world
to do,
We gave 'em some turpentine to
make them sore,
Doggone fools come back for more!
On our turpentine farm, hmm-hmm,
On our turpentine farm, hmm-hmm,
Where the work ain't hard, hmm-hmm.
And the weather is warm.
The horse we had, done seen his
best,
Walks four blocks, and he sits
down to rest,
Sat down one day in some turpentine,
Now, the poor horse, he done lost
his mind.
On our turpentine farm, hmm-hmm,
On our turpentine farm, hmm-hmm,
Where the work ain't hard, hmm-hmm.
And the weather is warm.
We had old dog, so doggone mean,
Worst old dog we had ever seen,
We fixed him up out in the old
woodshed,
Now when we call him, he goes under
the bed,
On our turpentine farm, hmm-hmm,
On our turpentine farm, hmm-hmm,
Where the work ain't hard, hmm-hmm.
And the weather is warm.
Our boss man is a lazy hound,
Chews tobacco, spits on the ground,
Smokes his pipe, and he lays in
the shade,
Laziest man that ever was made.
On our turpentine farm, hmm-hmm,
On our turpentine farm, hmm-hmm,
Where the work ain't hard, hmm-hmm.
And the weather is warm.
Published 9/17/99.
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