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| Twas up with the sun, but nowhere to go, 'cus, there were acres and acres of cotton to hoe, We ate a big breakfast, Put on our straw hats, None of that food would be turning to fat. Yoy could go barefooted, It really don't hurt, cus if you wear shoes, they'll fill up with dirt. We'd take a big jug of water, a hoe and a file, 'cus, unless it rains, we'd be out there a while. The first row or were filled with dread, 'cus, many more like them, were still ahead. As each row was finished, it was hoed clean. No weeds no grass no sprigs, in the row could be seen. With the sun rising higher, it's fury could be felt. Our feet got so hot, we thought they would melt, A drink of cool water, waits younder in the shade. If only the end of the road could be made. Relief was ahead, so we dared not drop, Our mouth were as dry as if we'd eaten the crop, Quenching our thirst, was our main concern, It'd be two more rows, before we'd return. Then from the house, a sweet sound we'd hear. the sound of ringing, from an old plow shear, It was time for a break, to have a good lunch, There'd be plenty, we're a hungry bunch. After a good meal and some noon day chores, It was back to the fields to hoe some more. As the day grew cooler, we'd sing our songs, That we'd make up as we hoed along. And thinking it was good, we thought we'd get rich, Our lives would be better, there'd be a big switch, Our lives has changed, no more hoeing cotton, Those day's are gone, but not forgotten. |
| Forgotten, I should say not, For after the chopin, The hard work has just begun. We started picking the cotton from sun til sun, At the end of the day, they weighed our cotton, And the owners scales would be tilted, This would not be forgotten Then they would take the cotton to the cotton gin, The next morning was the same, us kids could never win. Now this is suppose to be back in the good ole days, But being just a kid, I still think there could have been a better way, So that is why I took a vow, never to like cotton.. especially cotton bolds. |
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| Cotton Fields Sung By Creadience Clearwater Revival Created By LaVerne Thompson |
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