The Dusty Old Farmer

The dusty old farmer out making hay

Watches the weather with his one good eye,

And it looks like rain I hear him say

Even though there’s not a cloud in the sky.

And sure enough if it weren’t half past three,

Them clouds rolled in and it began to rain,

And he said something about his trick knee;

That dusty old farmer had got it right again.

Yep, the hay was cut and was now in the barn

And we were sipping hooch at quarter to four.

Now the dusty old farmer was spinning a yarn

As the rain outside really began to pour.

Yep, home made hooch made right there from his still,

The dusty old farmer kept pouring for me,

And we just kept right on drinking until

He fell over cursing his damn trick knee.