Max, let me know if this might be the one.

Whoa, back, Buck, git over Paul
  You steppin on my cotton, say, one & all.
  Whoa, back, Buck, git over Lamb,
  You steppin on my cottobn like you don't give a damn.
      I'm a rowdy soul, Im a rowdy soul
      Don't see a nigger in a mile or mo.
  
  Took my gal to the party-o,
  She sat on a steeple,
  She let a fart & broke my heart
  And ______ (shit?) all over the people.
     Tell my wife when you go to the hills,
      I'm here workin at the sorghum mill.
  
  Last year was a good crop year
  And everybody knowed it.
  Paw didn't raise but a bushel of corn
  And some damn rascal stole it.
     I'm a rowdy soul, I'm a rowdy soul.
     I'm rowdy all around my red asshole.
  

Good luck & thanks for all Max.
Barry