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Cotton Fields (Arthur Lyman) · Cotton Fields/Blowin' in the Wind (Arthur Lyman) · Boys Boys Boys (The Chiffons) · Boys Boys Boys (Sabrina) · Best of Sabrina: Boys, Boys, Boys (Sabrina) · Boys, Boys, Boys (Lesley Gore) · Boys, Boys, Boys (Lesley Gore) · The Beach Boys Song Book, Vols. 1-2 (The Hollyridge Strings) · Song for the Fields (Fields) · Beach Party: Rock 'n' Roll Beach Hits (Little Richard) – and 90 other albums »


This is the story of bee
You tea fool Mango
Cotton & how her
Marma-lady voice got 
Stolen by one DJ 
(dodgy) Queenie Nylon 
Day-glo Doof only
Tulare dust in a farm boy's nose
Wondering where the freight train goes
Standin' in the field by the railroad track 
Cursin' this strap on my
Take you back to a cotton field
In the heart of Louisiana
Little boy about nine years old
Sings a song in the heat of the day
Mama cried when her
a hard workin' country boy 
Out on the farm 
Workin' from dawn to dusk
A pickin' the cotton 
A plowin' the fields 
And doin' the things he must
But
She
She came from the land of the cotton
A land that was nearly forgotten
By everyone

And she
She worked and she slaved so hard
Big old field
Play, guitar play
Take me back to yesterday
Let me see, cotton growing, in the fields
Let me hear, my momma calling
Look a-yonder ya-all who's
Play, guitar play
Take me back to yesterday
Let me see, cotton growing, in the fields
Let me hear, my momma calling

Look a-yonder ya-all who's
miles
Through white cotton fields
800 hundred men to feed
Some were no more than a child

We were torn and battered at Antietam
"Don't fire until
One more time
Just a little thing they call they poor man blues
I've been a working in a cotton field way down south
Choppin' and a pickin' lord
the back of my head 
Till its worrying machine 
And in the cotton fields by the house where I was born 
The leaves burn like effigies of my kin
of my head till it's weary and mushy
And in the cotton fields out by the house where I was born
The leaves burn like effigies of my kin
The trains run
She was like a brand new song on an old guitar
Supernova in a mason jar
Every boy in town wanted to show her around
And as a dirt road, fence row,
didn’t fly down.
If wasn’t the boys it was me and her
By fire in a field or down on the river.
Every inch of that county was sacred ground.

I wish I
She, she came from the land of the cotton,
Land that was nearly forgotten by everyone,
And she worked and she slaved so hard,
A big old field was
and a casual stroll from the town beach to the dock
The girls they walk in two's and three's, their pretty cotton frocks teased by the breeze.
And I will find
The family's been here for
The last hundred years
And it's all that he's ever known
Life in the cotton fields
Swamps and the rolling hills
Always
She was like a brand new song on an old guitar
Supernova in a Mason's jar,
Every boy in town wanted to show her around
And as the dirt road Finch
She, she, came from the land of the cotton
A land that was nearly forgotten by everyone
And she, she worked and she slaved so hard
A big old field
She, she came from the land of the cotton
Land that was nearly forgotten by everyone
And she, she worked and she slaved so hard
A big old field
When she sang about angels
She looked at the sky 
Anybody else, anybody else, but I let it go by
When she sang about the fields 
She raised up
See Play, guitar play
Take me back
To yes-terday
G Gm let me see
Cotton growin'
In the fields
See Let me hear
My momma callin'

"Look
She, she, came from the land of the cotton
A land that was nearly forgotten by everyone
And she, she worked and she slaved so hard
A big old field
the boys it was me and her by fire in a field or down on the river.
Every inch of that county was sacred ground.

I wish I knew where that old truck was.
If
She ... 
She came from the land of the cotton 
A land that was nearly forgotten 
By everyone 
And she ... 
She worked and she slaved so hard
First with your hands and then with your mouth.
A downpour of sweat, damp cotton clouds. 
I was a fool, you were my friend. We made it happen.