CHORUS:
Plow under, plow under
Plow under
Every fourth American boy.
They said our agricultural
System was about to fall
From Washington they sent a call
Plow the fourth one under.
CHORUS
The price of cotton wouldn't rise
They said, "We've got to fertilize"
So now on us they turn their eyes
Plow the fourth one under.
CHORUS
They said our system wouldn't work
Until we killed the surplus off
So now they look at us and say
Plow the fourth one under.
CHORUS
Any ignorant mule does know
Better than to step on a cotton row
But there ain't no mules in Congress, so
Plow the fourth one under.
CHORUS
Now the politicians rant
A boy's no better than a cotton plant
But we are here to say you can't
Plow the fourth one under.
FINAL CHORUS:
Plow under,
(Don't you...) Plow under
(Don't you...) Plow under
Every fourth American boy.
(Now, don't you...) Plow under,
(Don't you...) Plow under
(Don't you...) Plow under
Every fourth American boy.