Here it is:

WALKIN' THE BEANS
Words and music by Greg Brown

INTRO (half singing, half talking)

Last fall it was dry, oh my, oh my
You could ask the smartweed, maybe the smartweed knows why
And then Mr. Corn Borer, he brought his whole family
And they laid the corn low when it got windy

Well now there's corn in the bean fields,
Persnickety wants it clean
I got these blisters on my fingers,
I got these cockleburs in my dreams.

CHORUS: I been walkin' the beans, been walkin' the beans,
Been bending low, no, no, been rippin' my jeans
Been walkin' the beans, in the burnin’ sun
And it looks like I ain't ever ever gonna get done.

Well it’s a mighty long row, that's a lotta room to grow
For the nightshade and the thistles and that miserable so and so
Two miles around, more like ten I think
You know I would just put all four up but I gotta have a drink.

CHORUS (substitute “splittin' my seams” for “rippin' my jeans”)

Bandana on my head, I got a long handled hoe in my hand
You know people are afraid of hell and now I understand
'Cause I can picture some devil from that land below
And he's a-pushing the pigweed up from under that row I just hoed. CHORUS

Pretty little girl in not too much just about two rows over
When it’s hotter than fire I guess you don't need much cover
Sure would like to get closer, but ain't it just my luck
You know I got such a crick in my back I can't even stand up. CHORUS