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.


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