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about the Cotton Mouth River
They tell them time and again
About the men who tried to cross that river by moonlight
And never were heard from again
Bet she had a nigga with her to help her old ass

As James Baldwin says
You can only be destroyed by believing
That you really are what the white
It was robbed by Frank an' Jesse James 

Poor Jesse had a wife to mourn for his life
And three children, they were so brave
But that dirty lettle
If you gonna be king of the hill
You can't make it at the cotton mill

If you gonna be king of the hill
You can't make it at the cotton mill
Get put
a bunch of questions 
That we did not understand
Theres more to farmin cotton
Than just tendin to your seed
The ones who set the policy
Dont give
the Glendale train.
And the people they did say for many miles away. It was robbed by Frank and Jesse James.

[Chorus]
Poor Jesse had a wife who mourned for
Bet she had a nigga with her to help her old ass

As James Baldwin says
You can only be destroyed by believing
That you really are what the white
gonna ride the Conch Train, boys,
And be like Jesse James.
Gonna be like Jesse James, boy...
Gonna be like Jesse James.
Case you didn't hear me the first
a bunch of questions 
That we did not understand
There's more to farmin' cotton
Than just tendin' to your seed
The ones who set the policy
Don't give
we've run aground
No fathoms below
You'd better pray it ain't so.

We're muckin' bottom, and here comes ol' Dixie
Singin' who's got that cotton
Talk tougher than james cagney
Act smarter than charlie chan
Love longer than valentino
Or you never will be a man
I saw him down at the drive-in
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
a fucking hit
Send a nigga home full clip,
traumatized by the whole trip
Boatload full of cocaina
Got some wolves 'round and some hyenas
Bought a AK like this
Everyone wants to be a cowboy 
Grab your guns boy 
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen 
You shot
feel that way
I don't think Jesus meant for it to be like this

A paper star on a plastic tree.
Cotton snow and a manger scene
He'll do the best he can
pickin' before the winter sets in 
 
Now here while back when the crop was laid by 
Remember who took us on a big fish fry 
Caught a heap of catfish
Written by James Young
Lead vocals by James Young

yeah

eight days a week with my baby at home
and you know that she's my tender honey

baby
by
As I gazed down my rifle at his breast but then, then a soldier I.

They say he was different, kindly too apart from all the rest.
A lover
I want to go home, I want to go home,
Oh Lord, I want to go home.

Last night I went to sleep in Detroit city,
And I dreamed about those cotton
I want to go home, I want to go home,
Oh Lord, I want to go home.

Last night I went to sleep in Detroit city,
And I dreamed about those cotton
Back in the innocent days there was a young Cowboy
Who was in love with a Mexican girl,
Only she didn't know it,
And he would watch her when she
conversation giving energy to me
As we wander how did we?
Ever get to notice the whole part of who we are as we wonder

Take me by the hand
Venusia
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
I dreamed about them cotton fields of home
I dreamed about my mother, dear old pappy, sister and brother
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
And I dreamed about the cotton fields and home
I dreamed about my mother, dear old papa, sister
I wanna go home I wanna go home oh Lord I wanna go home
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
And I dreamed about those cotton fields and home