Cotton aint King

Cotton ain’t King©2010 CW Johnson

Daddy Was a millwright for Milliken and sons.
I followed in his footsteps the day I turned 21.
Raised in the shadows of a cotton mill.
I lived in the same house my granddaddy built.
(chorus)
That ‘ol cotton mill’s as empty as a resurrection tomb.
Chains and locks on all the doors.
I need work, that ain’t coming none to soon.
Cotton ain’t king around here anymore.

Looking back I guess I could see it coming.
Work in the mill, well, it got a might slow.
Never thought they would, but they up and done it.
Shipped the cotton down to Mexico.
(chorus)
That ‘ol cotton mill’s as empty as a resurrection tomb.
Chains and locks on all the doors.
I need work, that ain’t coming none to soon.
Cotton ain’t king around here anymore.
That ‘ol cotton mill’s as empty as a resurrection tomb.
Chains and locks on all the doors.
I need work, that ain’t coming none to soon.
Cotton ain’t king around here anymore.

Sometimes late in the evening.
While sitti’in out on my porch.
Wind blow’in through the trees,tricks me into believ’in.
That I can still here that shift whistle blow!

(chorus)
That ‘ol cotton mill’s as empty as a resurrection tomb.
Chains and locks on all the doors.
I need work, that ain’t coming none to soon.
Cotton ain’t king around here anymore.
That ‘ol cotton mill’s as empty as a resurrection tomb.
Chains and locks on all the doors.
I need work, that ain’t coming none to soon.
Cotton ain’t king around here anymore.