Well, I was workin’ on my farm 'bout 1982

Pullin’ up some corn and a little carrot, too

When two low-flying aeroplanes, 'bout a hundred feet high

Dropped a bunch of bales of somethin’, some hit me in the eye

So I cut a bale open, and man, was I surprised

Bunch of large sized baggies with big white rocks inside

So I took a little sample to my crazy brother Joe

He sniffed it up and kicked his heels, said, “Horton, that’s some blow”

**Bales of cocaine fallin’ from low-flyin’ plane

I don’t know who done dropped 'em, but I thank 'em just the same

Bales of cocaine, fallin’ like the pourin’ rain

My life changed completely by the low-flyin’ planes**

So I loaded up them bales in my pick-em-up truck

Headed west for Dallas, where I would try my luck

I didn’t have a notion if I could sell 'em there

30 minutes later, I was a millionaire