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at Cotton Pickin' Time.

Well I lost my job that summer
But I guess I had it comin' 
Cause that pickin' cotton just wasn't on my mind
But you don't get
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home

Don't care if them cotton balls get rotten
When I got you baby, who needs
right off for home

Don't care if them cotton balls get rotten
When I got you baby, who needs cotton
In them old cotton fields back home
Brother only
to the cotton gin
And I make my time worth while to them
Then I climb back up again
And she waits by the door
Oh Cotton Jenny I'm sore
And she rubs my feet while
right off for home

Don't care if them cotton balls get rotten
When I got you baby, who needs cotton
In them old cotton fields back home
Brother only
right off for home

Don't care if them cotton balls get rotten
When I got you baby, who needs cotton
In them old cotton fields back home
Brother only
know
I don't trust none
Look what the 80's did
To what's Bebe's kids
And now we grown up
Nobody ain't own us yet

Black cotton, I'm plottin',
I
know
I don't trust none
Look what the 80's did
To what's Bebe's kids
And now we grown up
Nobody ain't own us yet

Black cotton, I'm plottin',
I
And I'll get Laura Mae to cook us some barbecue (you know, they good)'

The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine (yes it was)
But that was another
And I'll get Laura Mae to cook us some barbecue (you know, they good)'

The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine (yes it was)
But that was another
at Cotton Pickin' Time.

Well I lost my job that summer
But I guess I had it comin' 
Cause that pickin' cotton just wasn't on my mind
But you don't get
And I'll get Laura Mae to cook us some barbecue (you know, they good)'

The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine (yes it was)
But that was another
And I'll get Laura Mae to cook us some barbecue (you know, they good)'

The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine (yes it was)
But that was another
Boy, nad Nate the Mack
They huntin Cotton
And Shaggy Shaggs knows where it's at
So don't be stingy
There's more than one Wicked Clown
And bitch you got
And I'll get Laura Mae to cook us some barbecue (you know, they good)'

The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine (yes it was)
But that was another
silent hours.
No, don't move her favorite flowers,
Dinner for one please, James.

Maybe she's not to blame,
Leave me with silent hours.
No, don
favorite flowers
Dinner for one please, James

Maybe she`s not to blame
Leave me with silent hours
No, don`t move her favorite flowers
Dinner for one please,
and through
And Thomas he'll go with you don't you doubt it for a minute
James the less and Judas and the zealot Simon too

Simon Peter, Andrew, James
James
Close Madame's room; we've parted
Please, don't look so downhearted
Love plays such funny games

Seems my best friend told her of another
I
silent hours.
No, don`t move her favorite flowers,
Dinner for one please, James.

Maybe she`s not to blame,
Leave me with silent hours.
No, don
Woo, sweeter than apple pie, baby (Cotton candy)
All the recipes are good, I know
But next to yours they don't come close

I've tried apples,
stronger, don't you know?

I'd like to celebrate you, dear
All in all, it's been a pretty good year
I looked deep within myself
I got scared by just how
ringing
The bells of St. James were ringing down
Lifting the eyes of those homeward bound

I don't remember when those words changed
Like Kansas summer
it helps me clear my head

Mr. James says
Ten years ago I was rich man
Well I had a corporate office
You know that down on 17th and Main
silent hours 
No, don't move her favorite flowers 
Dinner for one please, James 

Maybe she's not to blame 
Leave me with silent hours 
No, don