No One Here Has Been Invited To Do The Boogey

With a-pitching and a bale-ing all day the hay. And a-picking the tobacco... Everyday until the Sun fades away, Reminisces up my ancestors. With a reminiscing up their lives... And what it takes, For me to stay... As I am this day today. Is a reason why I pride my dignity. That's the reason why I walk around... With identity! That's the reason why I walk. That's the reason why I walk. That's the reason why I walk around... With identity! No time to do a hi-dee-hey! And no time to drink up my hard earned pay, To be buzzed around... From midnight until dawn! No... No time to do a hi-dee-hey. And no time to drink up my hard earned pay... To whisper gossip, With a nonstop to dropp it. Like if I cropped it. To then sweep a floor... As I whistled while mopping it. No! With a-pitching and a bale-ing all day the hay. And a-picking the tobacco... Everyday until the Sun fades away, No! To then sweep a floor... As I whistled while mopping it. No! Like if I cropped it, With a nonstopping to it? No! That's the reason why I walk. That's the reason why I walk. That's the reason why I walk around... With identity! That's the reason why I walk. That's the reason why I walk. That's the reason why I walk around... With identity! 'Uh... You? The 'artist'! I like your footwork. But no one here has been invited to do the boogey! Got that? Good! Now do your chores! '