In 1992

In 1992

Words and music by Arthur Fields and Fred Hall, 1931.


Now I just read a story,
And if that story’s true,
Here are the things that are gonna happen
In nineteen-ninety-two.

If you all want to travel,
That won’t be hard to do.
We’ll get to Spain in an hour and a half,
In nineteen-ninety-two.

You’ll start to go a-fishin’
With just a worm or two;
The fish will jump right in your boat,
And tell you, “howdy do.”

But you bet your bottom dollar,
If what I say is true,
We’ll still be cryin’ for farm relief
In nineteen-ninety-two.

In nineteen-ninety-two.
In nineteen-ninety-two.
What a funny old world this world will be
In nineteen-ninety-two.

All-de-yodel-ay-ee hee-ee-ee-hee
All-de-o-lay-ee-hee-hee
Yodelay-ee-hee deyodelay-ee-hee
Deyodelay-ee-hee-hee-hay-hee

And when we want our dinner,
A steak or barbecue,
We’ll eat a red or a little green pill,
And say, “well now I’m through.”

We’ll still have people tell us
What we ought not to do,
But we’ll still be makin’ homebrew
In nineteen-ninety-two.

So the rooster will crow louder
Each morn at half-past-four.
The hens will lay a two pound egg,
And maybe three or more.

The cows will give ten gallons a day,
But what good will that do?
They’ll still be waterin’ all the milk
In nineteen-ninety-two.

In nineteen-ninety-two.
In nineteen-ninety-two.
What a funny old world this world will be
In nineteen-ninety-two.

All-de-o-lay-hee hee-ee-ee-hee
All-de-o-ley-ee-hee-hee
Yodelay-ee-hee deyodelay-ee-hee
Deyodelay-hee

All the corn will grow much higher,
The wheat and cotton too.
We’ll never have to puch a plow
In nineteen-ninety-two.

We’ll plant the corn and cotton,
That’s what we’ll have to do,
But the crows will still have an appe-tite
In nineteen-ninety-two.

Your mule won’t be so stubborn,
And won’t be half so slow;
He’ll turn around and look at you,
And say, “come on now, let’s go.”

But the mule I’ve got down on the farm
Sticks there as fast as glue,
And I know he’ll still be standin’ there
In nineteen-ninety-two.

In nineteen-ninety-two.
In nineteen-ninety-two.
What a funny old world this world will be
In nineteen-ninety-two.


Transcribed from Champion S-16443, as sung by Bill Cox, recorded August 17, 1931.