Songs with rhymes of corn

For you stole Trevelyans corn
So the young might see the morn

Mr. Trombone, play some corn
I ain't carin' what notes
Mr. Trumpet, grab a horn

I'll take my axe and I'll take my horn
And get me a possum in the new-grown corn.

That I was back in the town where I was born
There's a farm in Michigan and I'd like to fish again
In the river that flows beside the fields of waving corn

beautiful ears of corn
They were ripe they were golden but you guessed it right
behind them were seven other ears tattered and torn

He's just leanin' on the horn
With the wind so sweetly driftin'
Through the ripening corn

Out in the field when the first has been born
Folks sing a song, song of the corn

Just park your car down by the corn
If you're lookin' for a good time, honk your horn

Cows out in the corn
The unions have been busted
Their proud red banners torn

She's sitting on the back steps just shucking that corn
That gal's been grinning since the day she was born

On Tombigbee river so bright I was born,
In a hut made ob husks ob de tall yaller corn,

Then he took and eat up all o? my corn,
Lemme go home, I want to go home!
This is the worst trip, since I been born!

For you stole trevelyn's corn
So the young might see the morn,

I met a child in the hills from the people of the corn
It's been 800 years since this child was born

Ol' Blue come when I blow my horn
Ol' Blue come when I blow my horn
A' Blue come a' runnin' through the yella' corn

Every minute there's a sucker born
Snuck up on Malachai and made the motherfucker suck on a shuck of corn

Full of old pig corn
And I beat me a billy
From an old French horn

Now you look me with that scorn
Then you eat up all my corn

Down in the Delta where I was born
All we raised was cotton, potatoes and corn

She was shorter than the corn
All the years you took from her
Just by being born