Lazy Bones

Oh, lazy Bones sleeping in the sun

How you expect to get your day's work done?

Never get your day's work done

Sleeping in the noonday sun

Oh, lazy Bones sleeping in the shade

How you expect to get your corn meal made?

Never get your corn meal made

Sleeping in that evening shade

When taters need spraying

I bet you keep praying

The bugs fall off the divine

And when you go fishing

I bet you keep wishing

The fish won't drive at your life

Oh, you lazy Bones loafing through the day

How you expect to make a dime that way?

Never make a dime that way

You never heard a word I say