Whoa, back, Buck, git over Paul You steppin on my cotton, say, one & all Whoa, back, Buck, git over Lamb You steppin on my cotton like you don't give a damn I'm a rowdy soul, I'm a rowdy soul Don't see a nigger in a mile or mo Took my gal to the party-o She sat on a steeple She let a fart & broke my heart And shit all over the people Tell my wife when you go to the hills I'm here workin at the sorghum mill Last year was a good crop year And everybody knowed it Paw didn't raise but a bushel of corn And some damn rascal stole it I'm a rowdy soul, I'm a rowdy soul I'm rowdy all around my red asshole