Hard Wit No Hoe Lyrics

Hard Wit No Hoe lyrics

Intro


[I wish I could go along with you but I do have a problem. I've
got
my (Soul!) but I can't find my (Damn Hoe!)]

Verse
1


Poor X not only do I headsweat from headsets
Full time Era come
at X from knockin' Z's correct
Next step's to count sheep
But too many
sheep ain't jumpin' hurdles they sleep
Yeah they sleep I think I'll check a
shorter story
Title: Bo's Hoe sound's boring perfect for these
sleepless
nights, though I feel quite over-aged
Yeah, I know...turn the
page

Verse 2
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[Ha-ha huh...let's
begin!]

Book-marks the first page
And reads once upon an age in a far
far land
lived three farmers, Tom, Sam and Bo of course
From behind Tom's
black fence Tom peeps across
just to witness Sam's crop business
boomin'
like the big guy's, but get this
Sam sold to uncles and cousins, poor Tom
crams
He sold his to get a fence like Sam (yeah)
Page 2: Sam view's the
sight -
What goes at Bo's over his picket white
Slowly he peeks only to
see Bo plantin'
sweet potatoes with his brand new hoe
Bo sees Sam but's
not frettin', more sweatin'
Thinkin' about steppin' to the crib,
forgettin'
'bout his brand new hoe, Old Mickey D would say Sam's
tricky
The plot thickens, onto page 3...

Verse
3
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Top of the mornin', sun's up, skies are blue
Once
nothin...then cock-a-doodle-doo
All three knew this tool more than
well
Sure beats alarm bells, they induce head swells
Well, clock says
Sam's off to tend to his crop
Time says Farmer Tom's off to mop
Bo's up
and at 'em, then twitches one eye
for something here is not quite
cipher
"E-I-E-I-O!" screamed Bo
"Left on my lawn, now it's gone, where's
my hoe?
O woe is me, how will I ever plant seeds
Lay the fertilizer, dig
up the weeds?
Plus make true my foremost desire
To get a picket fence and
trash the chicken wire?"
By, uh, 100% life gets hard
When one hoe goes
from one's garden

Verse 4
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Page 4: Little Bo
weeped
Cleared tears from eyes then Little Bo peeped
through a hole in
Sam's six foot fence
where Sam was seen plantin' tall and short pea
plants
Hence the moral of the fable:
Always keep a boring book on your
night table
A Tom is not able
But when you grow up to be a farmer keep an
eye on your yard
Cuz with no hoe it's hard