Well I was workin' on my farm, 'bout 1982

Pullin' up some corn, and a little carrot, too

When two low-flyin' airplanes, 'bout a hun'red feet high

Dropped a buncha bales of somethin', 'bout hit me in the eye



So I cut a bale open, and man was I surprised

A buncha large sized baggies, with big, white rocks inside

So I took a little sample, and my crazy brother Joe

Sniffed it up and kicked his heels, said, "Horton, that's some blow!"



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Bales of cocaine, fallin' from low-flyin' planes

I don't know who done dropped 'em, but I thank 'em just the same

Bales of cocaine, fallin' like the pourin' rain

My life changed completely by those low-flyin' planes



I loaded up them bales in my pick 'em up truck

Headed west for Dallas, where I might try my luck

I didn't have a notion that I could sell 'em there

Thirty minutes later I was a millionare



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Now I am a rich man, but I'm still a farmer too

But I sold my farm in Texas, bought a farm down in Peru

And when I get so homesick, I think I'm goin' insane

I travel back to Texas in a low-flyin' plane



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