Song | High Cotton |
Artist | Alabama |
Album | Livin' Lovin' Rockin' Rollin': The 25th Anniversary Collection |
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Written:Roger Murrah/Scott Anders | |
We didn't know the times were lean | |
Round our home the grass was green | |
It didn't seem like things were all that bad | |
I bet we walked a thousand miles | |
Chopin' cotton and pushin' plows | |
And learnin' how to give it all we had. | |
As life went on and years went by | |
I saw the light in daddy's eyes | |
And felt - the love in mama's hands | |
They kept us warm and kept us fed | |
Taught us how to look ahead | |
Now lookin' back, I think I understand. | |
Chorus: | |
We Were Walkin' in High Cotton | |
Old times there are not forgotten | |
Those fertile fields are never far away | |
We Were Walkin' in High Cotton | |
Old times there are not forgotten | |
Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced. | |
When Sunday morning rolled around | |
We dressed up in hand-me downs | |
Just in time, together with the church | |
Sometimes I think how long it's been | |
And how it impressed me then | |
It was the only day my daddy wouldn't work. | |
Chorus X2 | |
We Were Walkin' In High Cotton. |
Written: Roger Murrah Scott Anders | |
We didn' t know the times were lean | |
Round our home the grass was green | |
It didn' t seem like things were all that bad | |
I bet we walked a thousand miles | |
Chopin' cotton and pushin' plows | |
And learnin' how to give it all we had. | |
As life went on and years went by | |
I saw the light in daddy' s eyes | |
And felt the love in mama' s hands | |
They kept us warm and kept us fed | |
Taught us how to look ahead | |
Now lookin' back, I think I understand. | |
Chorus: | |
We Were Walkin' in High Cotton | |
Old times there are not forgotten | |
Those fertile fields are never far away | |
We Were Walkin' in High Cotton | |
Old times there are not forgotten | |
Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced. | |
When Sunday morning rolled around | |
We dressed up in handme downs | |
Just in time, together with the church | |
Sometimes I think how long it' s been | |
And how it impressed me then | |
It was the only day my daddy wouldn' t work. | |
Chorus X2 | |
We Were Walkin' In High Cotton. |
Written: Roger Murrah Scott Anders | |
We didn' t know the times were lean | |
Round our home the grass was green | |
It didn' t seem like things were all that bad | |
I bet we walked a thousand miles | |
Chopin' cotton and pushin' plows | |
And learnin' how to give it all we had. | |
As life went on and years went by | |
I saw the light in daddy' s eyes | |
And felt the love in mama' s hands | |
They kept us warm and kept us fed | |
Taught us how to look ahead | |
Now lookin' back, I think I understand. | |
Chorus: | |
We Were Walkin' in High Cotton | |
Old times there are not forgotten | |
Those fertile fields are never far away | |
We Were Walkin' in High Cotton | |
Old times there are not forgotten | |
Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced. | |
When Sunday morning rolled around | |
We dressed up in handme downs | |
Just in time, together with the church | |
Sometimes I think how long it' s been | |
And how it impressed me then | |
It was the only day my daddy wouldn' t work. | |
Chorus X2 | |
We Were Walkin' In High Cotton. |