Bales Of Cocaine

Well, I was [C]workin' on my farm 'bout [F]Nighteen Eighty [C]Two

[C]Pullin' up some corn and a little [G]carrot, too

When two [C]low-flying airplanes, 'bout a [F]hundred feet [C]high

[C]Dropped a bunch o' bales o' somethin', some [G]hit me in the [C]eye...

So I cut a bale open, an' man was I surprised
Bunch o' large sized baggies, with big white rocks inside
So I took a little sample to my crazy brother Joe
He sniffed it up and kicked his heels, said, "Horton, that's some blow!"

[C]Bales of cocaine, fallin' [F]from low-flyin' [C]plane

[C]I don't know who done dropped 'em, but [G]I thank 'em just the same

[C]Bales of cocaine, fallin' [F]like the pourin' [C]rain

My [C]life changed completely by the [G]low-flyin' [C]planes

So I loaded up them bales in my pick-em-up truck,
Headed west for Dallas, where I would try my luck
I didn't have a notion if I could sell 'em there,
But, thirty minutes later, I was a millionaire...

Bales of cocaine, fallin' from low-flyin' plane
I don't know who done dropped 'em, but I thank 'em just the same
Bales of cocaine, fallin' like the pourin' rain
My life changed completely by the low-flyin' planes

And now I am a rich man, but I'm still a farmer, too
But I sold my farm in Texas, bought a farm down in Peru
And when get so homesick, I think I'm goin' insane,
I travel back to Texas in a low-flyin' plane...

Bales of cocaine, fallin' from low-flyin' plane
I don't know who done dropped 'em, but I thank 'em just the same
Bales of cocaine, fallin' like the pourin' rain
My life changed completely by the low-flyin' planes