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I never picked cotton |
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Like my mother did and my brother did |
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And my sister did and my Daddy died young |
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Workin' in a coal mine |
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When I was just a baby too little for the cotton sack |
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I played in the dirt while the others worked |
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'Til they couldn't straighten up their backs |
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And I made myself a promise when I was old enough to run |
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That I'd never stay a single day In that Oklahoma sun |
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And I never picked cotton |
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Like my mother did and my brother did |
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And my sister did and my Daddy died young |
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Workin' in a coal mine |
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Folks said that I grew up early and the farm couldn't hold me then |
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So I stole ten bucks and a pickup truck and I never went back again |
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Then it was fast cars and whiskey, long legged girls and fun |
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I had everything that money could bring and I took it all with a gun |
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And I never picked cotton |
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Like my mother did and my brother did |
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And my sister did and my Daddy died young |
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Workin' in a coal mine |
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It was Saturday night in Memphis when a redneck grabbed my shirt |
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And he said go back to your cotton sack, I left him lying in the dirt |
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And they'll take me in the morning to the gallows just outside |
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And in the time I've got there ain't a hell of a lot |
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I can look back on with pride |
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But I never picked cotton |
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Like my mother did and my brother did |
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And my sister did and my Daddy died young |
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Workin' in a coal mine |
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I never picked cotton |
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Like my mother did and my brother did |
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And my sister did and my Daddy died young |
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Workin' in a coal mine |