Plow Under Songtext

They said our agricultural
System was about to fall.
So from Washington they sent a call.
Plow the fourth one under.

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The price of cotton wouldn't rise,
They said, "We've got to fertilize."
So now on us they turn their eyes.
Plow the fourth one under.

[Chorus]

They said our system wouldn't work
Until we killed the surplus off.
So now they look at us and say.
Plow the fourth one under.
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Any ignorant mule does know
Better than to step on a cotton row
But there ain't no mules in Congress,
So plow the fourth one under.

[Chorus]

Now the politicians rant
A boy's no better than a cotton plant
But we are here to say you can't
Plow the fourth one under.

[Final Chorus:]
Plow under,
Don't you...plow under
Don't you...plow under
Every fourth American boy.
Now, don't you...plow under,
Don't you...plow under
Don't you...plow under
Every fourth American boy