Lyrics:
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
We took a trip down to Miami
She sweet like cotton candy
Laid down by the beach
And saw all my problems turn blue
But now we floating through
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
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
ten in the cotton fields
Playing horseshoe with the coloured kids
I tried to kiss her, she grabbed a baseball bat
I was waiting on June, I hope she
Pack the steel
Pickin cotton from the killin fields with no toto
I don't we in Kansas no mo' though
Midwest or Dirty South
Clean dressed
Clicking your heels, scared to voice how you feel
Pack the steel
Picking cotton from the killing fields with no Toto
I don't we in Kansas no mo' though
the dog on me call it Bolt
I'm in the field like I'm Torry Holt
Related to money like I'm kinfolk
Give him a name he'll be dead by dawn
Boy I'm a vet you
Sometimes I want to ride
Sometimes I want to not think
Sometimes I want to vibe
Sometimes I want to bump Tribe and zone out
This song's 'bout a young boy
of when enough is enough
Now Leon McDuff has worked on his daddy's farm everyday since the day that he was born
Plowing in the fields and hoeing in
Do it
My way
Cause they
Did it
All day
From
The cotton
To the
Field
Field
To the
Cotton
Book
Liked
The mind
Cause
The smart
Got to
Talkin
Reach
For
In days gone by but not forgotten I plowed in the fields and I pulled in the cotton
Things you'd never think I've done when you see me now
I pick
block and then pull off, this a real dipper (skrrt)
Bottega pick my cotton, but I'm a field nigga (on God)
I be sittin' inside the house 'cause I don't
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
the judge of when enough is enough
Now Leon McDuff has worked on his daddy's farm everyday
since the day that he was born
Plowing in the fields and hoeing
a shade darker
But we made our own America on this cotton field
Till we got a black millionaire for every Emmett Till
I'm representin', I'm representin',
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
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
east, by the beach
We grew up with killers, ain't turn into killers
But hard shell armadillos we is
Born by the river, these caterpillars
Skip they cocoon
rollin' down this highway
The windmills to the cotton fields
It's all goin' my way
Each town is new name, each night is a home game
United by the love
Swift
Wrote her own songs
I couldn't believe it till I read it
That's when I knew I was sexist
Are you gonna take the deal?
Know I love the cotton field
there was a boy named Jake, cotton farmer in Alabama
Now, this man named Jake, he had twenty nine slaves
Only three wives though, that's pretty good for
Run up talking crazy boy you out yo cotton picking mind
Wake up in the morning check my phone and then I say prayer
I don't like to start trouble but we
as they come
They pull you over and know you legit
Ask you for your license, when you reach then they dump
Now the prison yard like the cotton field
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