[Verse 1]
I got a barrel of flour, Lord, I got a bucket of lard
I got a barrel of flour, Lord, I got a bucket of lard
I ain't got no blues, got chickens in my backyard

Got corn in my crib, cotton growing in my patch
I got corn in my crib, cotton growing in my patch
I got that old hen sitting waiting for that old hen to hatch

Yodel ay-ee-oh hard time blues

[Verse 2]
I'm gonna hitch up my mule and take a holt of my line
I'm gonna hitch up my mule and take a holt of my line
I can't be bothered with all those old hard times
(Oh, go ahead and pick one now)

I'm gonna build me a shanty, Lord, I'm gonna settle down
I'm gonna build me a shanty, Lord, I'm gonna settle down
Get me a cornfed mama and, Lordy, quit a-running round
(Here he comes)

I can make more money with my pick and plow
I can make more money with my pick and plow
With my one-eyed mule and my good old Jersey cow
Yodel ay-ee-oh hard time blues