Missouri Dirt

Now, parts of Missouri is fertile And they grow a right hefty crop— But others is downright pitiful And is good fer cows and hog slop. It seems to the south and very heart, In that now beautiful Ozark land— The earth is plum full of dad-blame rocks— More than a sane farmer can stand! And it seems that the more that you dig, All the more pops up to yer eye— Jest like you were raisin’ rock babies That continues to multiply! So you keep on diggin’ them all up Till your back does begin to hurt— And you know you best stick to cattle On this here ol’ Missouri dirt!