-Solo-
Refrain:
I´m a fair to middlin´ man and these are cotton pickin´ hands
I´m a fair to middlin´ man and these are cotton pickin´ hands

My woman asked for a little and nothing she demands
Except to hold these cotton pickin´ hands
The bloom is white and then it´s red
Then it falls to leave the boll instead
The leaves fall and the field is white
We picked the pots. from dawn to night
Refrain: -Solo-
My woman cooks and sweeps the yard
And that old rough board´s rough and hard
Her face is pretty, though it´s tanned
And I love those cotton pickin´ hands
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