Make him pick cotton, while they momma clean up the kitchen The same cotton in white tees that?s the cotton they was pickin If Dr. King marched today
Ain't about my big old amps It ain't rained in weeks But the weather sure feels damp Ain't about excuses or alibis Ain't about no cotton fields or cotton
house has seen it all, Lord, As time kept marching on; But I'll bet these walls can recall A story all their own. I've seen King Cotton touch the
Pre A In the fire blue forests, faded and forgotten I crawled through the cotton fields, picking for cotton D The overseer sneered, his whipping was
xxxxxxx Make him pick cotton, while they momma clean up the kitchen The same cotton in white tees that's the cotton they was pickin If dr. king marched
ain't about my big old amps "It ain't rained in weeks, but the weather sure feels damp" Ain't about excuses or alibis Ain't about no cotton fields or cotton
Make him pick cotton, while they momma clean up the kitchen The same cotton in white tees that's the cotton they was pickin If dr. king marched today
cock in her kisser but now she's a will of her own. PART II husband: damn your ankles and eyes wide from you fingernails to your ponytails too. king
