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Last year was no good crop year And everybody noticed Grandpa raised the corn Some black rascal stole it I'm goin' home, son, I'm goin' home I'm goin' home, son, I'm goin' home Jaybird pullin' the tilling cross Sparrow pullin' the harrow You gonna pull it today, big boy I'm gonna pull it tomorrow I'm goin' home, son, I'm goin' home I'm goin' home, dad, I'm goin' home I lost my gal the other day While you rang I found her Way down in that old cornfield 15 boys around her I'm goin' home, boy, I'm goin' home I'm goin' home, son, I'm goin' home On the back with the black boots on I sure do wish to steal it I take this train chain here And run you stone crazy I'm goin' home, big boy, I'm goin' home I'm goin' home, big boy, I'm goin' home Girl, bring me my shotgun Rifle ain't got no trigger We goin' down to party tonight Might meet another (boy) I'm goin' home, big boy, I'm goin' home I'm goin' home, son, I'm goin' home I'm goin' home, big boy, I'm goin' home, don't you like it? I'm goin' home, down, I'm goin' home I'm goin' home, big boy, I'm goin' home Ain't you like it that way, boy?