Lyrics:
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
pay your bills
You got so many
I'm a-gonna starve and everybody will
'Cause you can't make a livin'
In a cotton mill
When you buy clothes on easy
West Virginia coal mines, Carolina cotton mills
For generations, my family worked in the coal mines of West Virginia
After a short stay in the mines,
ShizzlyGrark
He's hiding in the cotton mill
ShizzlyGrark
He's swimming in the bay
ShizzlyGrark
He's sitting on a mountain top stalking his very
I told this story once, but I'm gonna tell it again
I'm gonna slow it down a little bit
About the coal mines of West Virginia and the cotton mills
the cotton mills in Manchester to the bright lights of Blackpool
We are the North West of England pleased to meet you
Now hear this you won't find a place
young
Cause I got my bitch watching cotton mill
I put dick in ya bitch
I have her singin like she was lauryn hill
Said she need a cool nigga that'll
little gal that you ever did see
Works all day in a cotton mill
She makes her gin in a bathtub still
Well here we go 'round again
Singing a song about
her here with me
Until then she knows I miss her and tonight I'll go to sleep
Dreaming Carolina dreams in Tennessee
The cotton mill shut down they
I was raised in the shadows of an old cotton mill
Back when believin' was the style
Small town heaven and a big-eyed boy
Made sweet music for
cotton mill
Ought to watch that old cotton rolls in
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
Rollin' in my sweet baby's arms
Gonna lay around the shack till
stuck on the hill boys
Stuck in the mill boys, 'till our dying day
Cotton mill will get you, boy, she'll take you to your grave
Tell you boy to use
Oldham streets
Built to bruise
Freckled face
And a pair of shuffling shoes
Hot pink and red
Rain and booze
Running fast
Past the cotton mill
Over dale and over hills
I'll take you through the cotton mills
To the ginnels where we played
And where are friendships all were made
Still
the land of cotton fields
And the land of cotton mills
They put bodies in the field
Where they bodied Emmit Teal
Yeah they picked that cotton
They must’ve
We went down to the old part of town
By the stinking canal and the cotton mill
Under a ghetto palm with her bicycle shorts on
With a gesture she
On the road to overkill
No more slaves for your cotton mill
No more slaves
No more slaves
No more slaves
No more slaves, Kings
No more slaves
No more slaves
No
to popping pills
Produce white like the Cotton mills
And cause broke men to go out and cop some grills
But that's a waste of a hard earned paycheque
Getting
how will the cotton mills continue spooling and spinning
And how can Congress pass the bill this must be just the beginning
Blatant disrespect of what's
to kill
They arresting Lee Hart Infield living the
Life of a cotton mill
Enlighten by Christ so I see
The wrong in my right
Every night he gon' off
a marble courthouse stands
In them old Cotton Mill buildings
Denim made by local hands
I love to see the mountains
With the valleys below
Across the creeks
myself, I Don't believe that I failed, but those Are some mighty big shoes to fill
See I pulled my years in the old Cotton mills, but I know that there's
Where a marble courthouse stands
In them old Cotton Mill buildings
Denim made by local hands
I love to see the mountains
With the valleys below
Across
come along way since then
Now I own that cotton gin
And I bought that mill
Just to make her smile
And to keep our love from growin' old
We still
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