| Well, I was workin' on my farm 'bout 1982,
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| Pullin' up some corn and a little carrot, too
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| When two low-flying aeroplanes, 'bout a hundred feet high
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| Dropped a bunch o' bales o' somethin', some hit me in the eye…
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| So I cut a bale open, an' man was I surprised
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| Bunch o' large sized baggies, with big white rocks inside
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| So I took a little sample to my crazy brother Joe
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| He sniffed it up and kicked his heels, said,
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| «Horton, that’s some blow!»
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| Bales of cocaine, fallin' from low-flyin' plane
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| I don’t know who done dropped 'em, but I thank 'em just the same
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| Bales of cocaine, fallin' like a foriegn rain
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| My life changed completely by the low-flyin' planes
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| So I loaded up them bales in my pick-em-up truck,
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| Headed west for Dallas, where I would try my luck
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| I didn’t have a notion if I could sell 'em there,
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| But, thirty minutes later, I was a millionaire…
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| Bales of cocaine, fallin' from low-flyin' plane
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| I don’t know who done dropped 'em, but I thank 'em just the same
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| Bales of cocaine, fallin' like a foriegn rain
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| My life changed completely by the low-flyin' planes
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| And now I am a rich man, but I’m still a farmer, too
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| But I sold my farm in Texas, bought a farm down in Peru
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| And when get so homesick, I think I’m goin' insane,
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| I travel back to Texas in a low-flyin' plane…
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| Bales of cocaine, fallin' from low-flyin' plane
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| I don’t know who done dropped 'em, but I thank 'em just the same
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| Bales of cocaine, fallin' like a foriegn rain
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| My life changed completely by the low-flyin' planes |