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Pick a little cotton And put it in the wagon Make it to the gin and thenGet yourself some money And take out your honey And do it all over againOh, that's a life of a country boy He works from sun to sunHe's just a hard workin' country lad But he's a happy son of a gun.He's just a hard workin' country boy Out on the farm Workin' from dawn to duskA pickin' the cotton A plowin' the fields And doin' the things he mustBut on Saturday He'll hit for town To have himself a little funAnd when he's stumpin' On a honky tonk hardwood floor He's a happy son of a gun.Well, a country boy's Got a wearied back SongtexteCause workin' is all he's knownAin't got much Just a blackland farm But that blackland farm's his ownHe don't have to answer To any man And worries has enoughAnd you can tell by lookin' This country boy's Just a happy son of a gun.He's just a hard workin' country boy Out on the farm Workin' from dawn to duskA pickin' the cotton And plowin' the fields And doin' the things he mustBut on Saturday He'll hit for town To have himself a little funAnd when he's stumpin' On a honky tonk hardwood floor He's a happy son of a gun.Now, when he's stumpin' On a honky tonk hardwood floor He's a happy son of a gun Aus Songtexte Mania