Making hay when I was grasshopper high Cotton full and there was blues in the sky He was mosin' He was mosin' Going fishing down on granddaddy's farm The Bayou country never done him no harm He was mosin' He was mosin' Tells it like it is when he's shooting the breeze Hiding from the sun by staying under the trees Found him swinging in an old Boston bar With bass and drums but no sign of guitar He was mosin' He was mosin' If you run across him, treasure the jewel Way down in New Orleans or loading his mule 'Cause he's mosin' Yes, he's mosin' Tells it like it is when he's shooting the breeze Hiding from the sun by staying under the trees Ooh, 'cause he's mosin' Ooh, yes he's mosin' Ooh, 'cause he's mosin' Ooh, yes he's mosin'