Workin the Cottonfields

Workin the Cotton Fields (C) 2016 Chris Okunbor APRA/AMCOS

You see that man
He’s got something on his mind
See that man
Worries on his mind.
Clothes are ragged dirty
Eyes done lost their shine.

He gets up in the morning before
Rooster cries for day.
Wakes up in the morning,
Rooster ain’t even crowed the day.
Comes home in the dark hours
Too tired to even pray
Too tired to even pray

Well there’s bread here on the table,
A roof above our heads.
He puts bread on the table,
The children all get fed.
But he’s out there workin the Cotton Fields
Worryin.
Out there workin the Cotton Fields
Worryin, hard times ahead.

The Rich are getting richer
While the poor ones scratch for dimes.
And out there in the Cotton Fields
Eyes done lost their shine.
Out there in the Cotton Fields
Eyes done lost their shine.
Out there in the Cotton Fields
Eyes done lost their shine.

They want us to jump down, turn around
And pick a bale of cotton
Jump down, turn around
And pick a bale of hay.