Loafer’s Glory

There came a man from Tennessee
I must tell the story
He built a house beside the road And called it Loafer’s Glory

Get away, get away, get away I say
Don’t trade at Loafer’s Glory

He cheated me of house and land
At trading he was able
He kept a dog to lick the pots
And a goat to clear the table

His wife Jan had one left hand
She was mighty savvy
She hoed her taters every day
And wormed her rows of cabbage

His brooding hen had ceased to lay
He thought he would help her
He ran her backwards up the hill
And fed her corn and pepper