| 歌曲 | One Row at a Time |
| 歌手 | Merle Haggard |
| 专辑 | Someday We'll Look Back |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| ONE ROW AT A TIME | |
| (Red Lane - Dottie West) | |
| « © '71 Tree Publishing, BMI » | |
| The southeast Georgia red clay dust is groundin' to my blue jeans | |
| A heavy hundred pound cotton sack a draggin' long behind | |
| Wanting believe this place so bad I forgot it how I got here | |
| Workin' my way back home one row at a time | |
| It's along old cotton road between here and Vaco | |
| Than three days of bummin' through that California line | |
| And two more days of pickin' to that house just south of Fresno | |
| Workin' my way back home one row at a time | |
| Mississippi delta mud is caked in layers of my brogains | |
| Sunshine on snow white cotton nearly makes me blind | |
| I can almost see 'em now a homefolk runnin' out to meet me | |
| Workin' my way back home one row at a time | |
| It's along old cotton road... | |
| Workin' my way back home one row at a time |
| ONE ROW AT A TIME | |
| Red Lane Dottie West | |
| nbsp ' 71 Tree Publishing, BMI nbsp | |
| The southeast Georgia red clay dust is groundin' to my blue jeans | |
| A heavy hundred pound cotton sack a draggin' long behind | |
| Wanting believe this place so bad I forgot it how I got here | |
| Workin' my way back home one row at a time | |
| It' s along old cotton road between here and Vaco | |
| Than three days of bummin' through that California line | |
| And two more days of pickin' to that house just south of Fresno | |
| Workin' my way back home one row at a time | |
| Mississippi delta mud is caked in layers of my brogains | |
| Sunshine on snow white cotton nearly makes me blind | |
| I can almost see ' em now a homefolk runnin' out to meet me | |
| Workin' my way back home one row at a time | |
| It' s along old cotton road... | |
| Workin' my way back home one row at a time |
| ONE ROW AT A TIME | |
| Red Lane Dottie West | |
| nbsp ' 71 Tree Publishing, BMI nbsp | |
| The southeast Georgia red clay dust is groundin' to my blue jeans | |
| A heavy hundred pound cotton sack a draggin' long behind | |
| Wanting believe this place so bad I forgot it how I got here | |
| Workin' my way back home one row at a time | |
| It' s along old cotton road between here and Vaco | |
| Than three days of bummin' through that California line | |
| And two more days of pickin' to that house just south of Fresno | |
| Workin' my way back home one row at a time | |
| Mississippi delta mud is caked in layers of my brogains | |
| Sunshine on snow white cotton nearly makes me blind | |
| I can almost see ' em now a homefolk runnin' out to meet me | |
| Workin' my way back home one row at a time | |
| It' s along old cotton road... | |
| Workin' my way back home one row at a time |