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If I could stick my hand in my heart Spill it all over the stage Would it satisfy you Would it slide on by you Would you think the boy is strange
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 A land that was nearly forgotten by everyone And she, she worked and she slaved so hard A big old field
the shirt off my back You got the heart let me open it a crack Fiddles and steel takin' you higher Passed cotton fields and telephone wires Out
Where my money at? (Ah-ahh) We post in the back (ah-ahh) Picking cotton for the slave masters Got a pocket full of slave masters I stack like
If I could stick my hand in my heart Spill it all over the stage Would it satisfy you Would it slide on by you Would you think the boy is strange
Build it up bar by bar, Young Just tryna enjoy my sex on the beach As a beautiful Jazmin flower garnishes my drink Grace sits next to me, sipping
wrong? What brought you home? Was it tough out on your own? Or did you drive all the way down here just to see me? Or was it the cotton fields
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
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
motherfucker Your great grandfather tied a ball And chain to my balls And bounced me through a cotton field While I lived in an unflushable toilet bowl And now
a hunnert-and-ten of 'em I says, "Pig Pen, they just didn't have no faith "They definitely gone ten-seven." By the time we got into that Piccadilly Town, 'Bout half
and singin’ songs About drinking about small towns and “Back in Black” We always found the party I remember the way That smell of beer and barbecue mixed with
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
pour down out in them cotton fields We were pour but we didn't know better Work all day no matter the weather Hoeing rows of cotton till the sun goes
He was just an ailing boy Seventeen or more Went away to cotton fields Upon a distant shore He was weak, but he was strong Within his will and mind
Boss Dog Player Villain in the field Little brother is a Slayer I kill it if I can yuh Give me your hand now We taking a trip Under the moon, fire by
of national security, making anti-muck out of spread-out style. the irrational reproduction of these impossible motherfuckers is spurred on by you and me
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.
Sank about a hunnert-and-ten of 'em I says, "Pig Pen, they just didn't have no faith "They definitely gone ten-seven." By the time we got into that
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
amusement parks USA Hurry, hurry, hurry folks step right up to the beach boy circus. The best little show in town. Hurry, hurry, hurry, it's only a dime
amusement parks USA Hurry, hurry, hurry folks step right up to the beach boy circus. The best little show in town. Hurry, hurry, hurry, it's only a dime
This ain't no harder than drivin a big wheel through a Georgia cotton field, man This ruthless The original game detector Yeah You know what I
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