In a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town Down in the Delta where I was born All we raised was cotton, potatoes and corn I've picked cotton till my
our December I know we'll both remember Sowin' oats at cotton pickin' time And we were sowin' oats at cotton pickin' time We were sowin' oats at cotton pickin
days of our December I know we'll both remember Sowin' oats at cotton pickin' time We were sowin' oats at cotton pickin' time We were sowin' oats at cotton pickin
Translation: Shelton, Blake. Cotton Pickin' Time.
Translation: Pride, Charley. Mississippi Cotton Pickin' Delta Town.
Translation: Duffy. Cotton Pickin' Time.
the days of our December I know we'll both remember Sowin' oats at cotton pickin' time We were sowin' oats at cotton pickin' time We were sowin' oats at cotton pickin
pride But 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 I never picked cotton
, I can pick a bale a day I can pick a pick a pick a pick a bale of cotton I can pick a pick a pick a pick a bale a day Oh Lordy, pick a bale of cotton
, pick a bale a day Oh Lordy Pick a bale of cotton Oh Lordy Pick a bale a day Oh Lordy Pick a bale of cotton Oh Lordy Pick a bale a day I said me and
around Pick a bale a day Oh, lordy Pick a bale of cotton Oh, lordy Pick a bale a day Oh, lordy Pick a bale of cotton Oh, lordy Pick a bale a day I
I left the field one evening, my fingers so cold and sore From fair to middlin' cotton, three hundred pounds or more Jim McCann was still pickin' straddle
She's got the upper hand So I went on in Feelin' kinda wheezy You know she soothes my mind, boys She rocked me kinda slow and easy All day and all night Pick
It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty, delta day I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was balin' hay And at dinner time we stopped and walked
mama get you ready" In your cotton shirt and faded jeans, you came for me And the gingham dress was all I had to wear With a dollar in your pocket and a borrowed car You picked
get my head sucked tight Sprayed so I never let the bed bugs bight Hard to the core, core to the right Drop down turn around pick a bale of cotton Musi
ya, from N.Y. to egg white. You cannot deny so why even try. My mother sang songs to kids in concentration. His mother sang songs inside the cotton plantation
the part, it's such a bummer But fair is fair, if my segments get separated I'll scream and you'll be there Close your eyes, close my eyes Slide the cotton
