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I got cotton in the bottom land |
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It's up and growin' and i got a good stand |
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My good wife and them kids of mine |
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Gonna get new shoes come pickin' time |
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Get new shoes come pickin' time |
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Every night when i go to bed |
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I thank the lord that my kids are fed |
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They live on beans eight days and nine |
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But i get 'em fat come pickin' time |
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Get 'em fat come come pickin' time |
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The corn is yellow and the beans are high |
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The sun is hot in the summer sky |
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The work is hard till layin' by |
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Layin' by till pickin' time |
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Layin' by till pickin' time |
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It's hard to see by the coal-oil light |
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And i turn it off purty early at night |
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'cause a jug of coal-oil costs a dime |
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But i stay up late come pickin' time |
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Stay up late come pickin' time |
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My old wagon barely gets me to town |
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I patched the wheels and i watered 'em down |
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Keep her in shape so she'll be fine |
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To haul my cotton come pickin' time |
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Haul my cotton come pickin' time |
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Last sunday mornin' when they passed the hat |
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It was still nearly empty back where i sat |
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But the preacher smiled and said that's fine |
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The lord'll wait till pickin' time |
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The lord'll wait till pickin' time |
