Cotton Pickin' Town (3:54)

COTTON PICKIN' TOWN

Contact Info:
Daniel Crabtree
info@DanielCrabtreeMusic.com

Songwriter, Publisher & PRO
Daniel Crabtree / Three Girls I Work For Publishing / ASCAP

ISRC: QM2PK1720933

Lyrics:

Times were hard many years ago
Pickin’ cotton on our knees down a double row
Gave nearly all we had for a roof and a bed
Sold our souls for a place to lay our head

We worked to fill up an old flour sack
Dragged it around all day, bustin’ our back
All we could do to pick a hundred pounds every day
Barely survivin’ on a sharecropper’s pay

Tryin’ to make a livin’ in a cotton pickin’ town
Worked all day long in the field ‘til the sun went down
Let all them years in Texas nearly put me in the ground
Tryin’ to make a livin’ in a cotton pickin’ town
Tryin’ to make a livin’ in a cotton pickin’ town

Pullin’ bolls in the red hot sun ‘til our fingers would bleed
The only way we knew how to get the things we would need
Takes a lot of sweat to get a bale of cotton to the gin
Load all we could haul then we’d do it all over again