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 someblow!"
(Chorus) Bales of cocaine, fallin' from low-flyin' planes I don't know who done dropped 'em, but I thank 'em just thesame 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