I can see wonder around every turn. Eyes open wider live wires that burn. Shadows and light so shining bright. Turning the night into day. The roads
The show is done But you're still hangin around You want some fun But I'm on my way outta town You know you wanna hit it So why don't you just admit
In a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town One dusty street to walk up and down Nothin' much to see but a starvin' hound In a Mississippi cotton pickin
That's why I bring da clippers wit me They comin in handy When you fuckin round wit the Cotton Candy (Chorus) x2 HHHHHHEEEEEEYYYYY Cotton Candy Yeah Hey Hey Cotton
, baby Don't you wanna? I don't want a Tropicana Dairy, baby Don't you wanna? I don't want a Coconut Flurry, baby Don't you wanna mix? Cotton Candy and
I never picked cotton Like my mother did and my brother did And my sister did and my Daddy died young Workin' in a coal mine When I was just a baby too
When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock me in my cradle In those old cotton fields back home When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock
Once I find him, I know he'll beg and plead He don't really want to see me Cotton soldier, I told ya Who is it? The cotton soldier Cotton soldier, I
man called Cotton Eyed Joe Daddy worked a man called Cotton Eyed Joe I could have been married long time ago If it hadn't 'a been for Cotton Eyed Joe
There's a cabin in the southland Where I long to go, Little cabin in the cotton, Where the cotton grows. There's a cabin in the cotton, Far away
'cause he drank it all up Left for a prodigal daughter Singing, oh Cotton Eyed Joe Oh, Cotton Eyed Joe, oh, Cotton Eyed Joe Had not have been for the Cotton
When I was a little bitty baby My mama done rock me in the cradle In them old cotton fields back home It was back in Louisiana Just about a mile from
One, two, three, four Well, it's tough to have a crush When the boy doesn't feel the same way you do Well, it's tough to have a crush When your best
If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eyed Joe I'd been married long time ago Where did you come from, where did you go? Where did you come from Cotton-Eyed Joe
Great God Almighty gonna pick a bale of cotton Great God Almighty gonna pick a bale a day Great God Almighty gonna pick a bale of cotton Great God Almighty
eye on the string. Cotton mouth keeps on windin'. Sing, sing, sing. Dark moon keep on hidin'.'Gator he keeps on slidin'. Bullfrog he ain't mindin'. Cotton
On a Mississippi mornin' My dad yelled out a warnin' Son, you better hit that cotton patch soon And on my way down to the field As I passed Old Johnson
[Lil Whyte] Go on and slip me two Xanax bars, I'm ready to get fool 5th o' crown to wash it down, I'm downtown snappin' rolls Ain't no shame up in my