Pick a little cotton

And put it in the wagon

Make it to the gin and then

Get yourself some money

And take out your honey

And do it all over again

Oh, that's a life of a country boy

He works from sun to sun

He'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 dusk

A pickin' the cotton

A plowin' the fields

And doin' the things he must

But on Saturday

He'll hit for town

To have himself a little fun

And when he's stumpin'

On a honky tonk hardwood floor

He's a happy son of a gun.



--- Instrumental ---



Well, a country boy's

Got a wearied back

'Cause workin' is all he's known

Ain't got much

Just a blackland farm

But that blackland farm's his own

He don't have to answer

To any man

And worries has enough

And 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 dusk

A pickin' the cotton

And plowin' the fields

And doin' the things he must

But on Saturday

He'll hit for town

To have himself a little fun

And 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...