Well I was workin\' on my farm, \'bout 1982
Pullin\' up some corn, and a little carrot, too
When two low-flyin\' airplanes, \'bout a hun\'red feet high
Dropped a buncha bales of somethin\', \'bout hit me in the eye

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

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Bales of cocaine, fallin\' from low-flyin\' planes
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 those low-flyin\' planes

I loaded up them bales in my pick \'em up truck
Headed west for Dallas, where I might try my luck
I didn\'t have a notion that I could sell \'em there
Thirty minutes later I was a millionare

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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 I get so homesick, I think I\'m goin\' insane
I travel back to Texas in a low-flyin\' plane

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