Corn Pickin' lyrics

To gain entry into any New York club,

You don't have to have a million or two!

In our honky tonks, right up to the Stork Club,

The one thing they want is somebody who can do;

Corn pickin',

I'm crazy 'bout pickin',

There ain't any trick in pickin'!

Corn pickin',

Just shuffle a few feet,

By makin' your two feet slew feet!

You reach out and you grab the girl and you hold her,

You bend down and grab an ear from the stork.

You raise up and throw it over your shoulder,

And then you sashay round her and start in to walk.

I'm talkin' 'bout corn pickin',

It's better than chicken,

So hurry and pick that corn!

You reach out and you get your girl and you hold her,

You bend down and grab an ear from the stork.

You raise up and throw it over your shoulder,

Mm-mm, then you sashay round her and start in to walk.

I'm talkin' 'bout corn pickin',

It's better than chicken,

So hurry and pick that corn!

Corn Pickin'!

• Artist:Maxine Sullivan
• Album:Maxine Sullivan ‎– I'm Happy About The Whole Thing / Corn Pickin', His Master's Voice ‎– B.8933, Shellac, 10", 78 RPM, UK, 1939