Agriculture is my life,
Sun up to sun down I be looking for my wife.
A good girl willing to learn,
what it takes to run a butter churn.
I fill up my cup full of morning jo,
before I hear that cock crow.
Plow that field full of dirt,
wear that dirty dirty shirt.
Plant that seed,
pick every weed.
Pray like hell,
I will have corn to shell.
Sun going down ,
my clothes are filthy brown.
Eat my supper of roast beef,
knowing this meal started from a leaf.
Lay my head down to rest,
knowing that I gave my very very best.