Lazy Bones

Lazybones, sleeping in the sun
How do you expect to get your days work done?
You'll never get your days work done
Sleeping in the noonday sun

Lazybones, sleeping in the shade
How do you expect to get your cornmeal made?
You'll never get your cornmeal made
Sleeping in the evening shade

When taters need spraying, I bet you keep praying
The slugs fall off of the vine
When you go fishing, I bet you keep wishing
The fish won't grab at your line

You are a lazybones, loafing through the day
How do you expect to make a dime that way?
Never make a dime that way
Never heard a word I say

Well look at him there
He never heard a word I say