Better Times A-Coming

Well the cows went dry the hens don’t lay
there’s no place I can borrow
Give the landlord all the news
and the rent comes due tomorrow

Lots of money in the bank
they say that’s where they keep it
Not only wouldn’t they loan me some
they wouldn’t let me see it

So pick away on the old banjo
Keep that guitar strumming
Put more water in the soup
There’s better times a-coming

Well Mary Lou could pull a plow
if only I would let her
Twice as strong as any ox
and she don’t smell much better

I didn’t kiss that Mary Lou but once
and then I had to leave her
Make’s my collar get so tight
I start to burn with fever

Well a man came by the other day
a-huntin manual labor
I told him I hadn’t seen the guy
why don’t he ask the neighbor

So come on boys get your gals
and kick your heels up higher
Don’t let no one steal your gal
just hold her a little tighter

My rooster used to chase a hen
he just kept getting thinner
He nearly ran himself to death
so I bought him in for dinner

Cotton crops are mighty poor
the weeds are really a-growin
I need a woman pretty bad
to help me with the hoein’