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We didn't know that times were lean |
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'Round our house the grass was green |
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It didn't seem like things were all that bad |
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I bet we walked a thousand miles |
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Chopin' cotton and pushin' plows |
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And learnin' how to give it all we had |
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As life went on and years went by |
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I saw the light in daddy's eyes |
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And felt the love in mama's hands |
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They kept us warm and kept us fed |
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Taught us how to look ahead |
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Now lookin' back, I understand |
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We were walkin' in high cotton |
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Old times there are not forgotten |
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Those fertile fields are never far away |
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We were walkin' in high cotton |
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Old times there are not forgotten |
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Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced |
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When Sunday mornings rolled around |
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We dressed up in hand-me downs |
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Just in time, together with the church |
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Sometimes I think how long it's been |
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And how it impressed me then |
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It was the only day my daddy wouldn't work |
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We were walkin' in high cotton |
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Old times there are not forgotten |
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Those fertile fields are never far away |
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We were walkin' in high cotton |
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Old times there are not forgotten |
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Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced |
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We were walkin' in high cotton |
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Old times there are not forgotten |
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Those fertile fields are never far away |
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We were walkin' in high cotton |
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Old times there are not forgotten |
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Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced |
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We were walkin' in high cotton |
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Old times there are not forgotten |
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Those fertile fields are never far away |
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We were walkin' in high cotton |
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Old times there are not forgotten |
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Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced |
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Walkin' in high cotton |
