﻿B’LIEVE HIM WITH A SMILE 
 
(Air: Leave Me with a Smile) 
Farmer John is blowing how his corn is growing 
On his giant toe; 
All his grain ingrowing, hardly makes a showing. 
He would have you know; 
Rye is ill begotten, oats is twice as rotten, 
Barleys out of style. 
Listen to the sinner; he is no beginner— 
b’lieve him with a smile. 
 
Ain’t it funny—John is losing money 
On his poland-china boar— 
Yes sir, sonny, he is peddling honey, 
Both to you and to the store— 
All his chickens they went plumb to dickens 
And his cows laid down awhile— 
If you hear this story tell him you are sorry. 
B’lieve him with a smile. 
 
John is growing poorer; there is nothing surer 
Than his fate, alas! 
A respected deacon he’s so poor that he can 
Barely buy the gas— 
For his super-sixes (in and out of ditches); 
It must make him rile. 
If you see him crying do not say he’s lying; 
B’lieve him with a smile. 
T-Bone Slim.