The southeast Georgia red clay dust is grounded to my blue jeans A heavy hundred-pound cotton sack dragging along behind
Wanting to leave this place so bad, I forget how I got here Working my way back home one row at a time
It´s a long old cotton road between here and Waco Then three days a-thumbing through that California line And two more days of picking to that house just south of Fresno Working my way back home one row at a time
Mississippi Delta mud is caked in layers on my brogans Sunshine on snow white cotton nearly makes me blind I can almost see ´em now, the home folk running out to meet me
Working my way back home one row at a time
It´s a long old cotton road between here and Waco Then three days a-thumbing through that California line, Lord, Lord Two more days of picking to that house just south of Fresno Working my way back home one row at a time Working my way back home one row at a time
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