] Black Cotton Black Cotton Black Cotton - A symbol for unrewarded struggle Time for a little gospel tail Ghetto gospel that is- listen Rotten' Black Cotton
In a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town Down in the Delta where I was born All we raised was cotton, potatoes and corn I've picked cotton till my
That's why I bring da clippers wit me They comin in handy When you fuckin round wit the Cotton Candy (Chorus) x2 HHHHHHEEEEEEYYYYY Cotton Candy Yeah Hey Hey Cotton
, baby Don't you wanna? I don't want a Tropicana Dairy, baby Don't you wanna? I don't want a Coconut Flurry, baby Don't you wanna mix? Cotton Candy and
pride But I never picked cotton Like my mother did and my brother did And my sister did and my Daddy died young Workin' in a coal mine I never picked cotton
mama would rock me in my cradle In those old cotton fields back home Oh, when those cotton ball get rotten You can't pick very much cotton In them old cotton
and plead He don't really want to see me Cotton soldier, I told ya Who is it? The cotton soldier Cotton soldier, I told ya Who is it? The cotton soldier
man called Cotton Eyed Joe Daddy worked a man called Cotton Eyed Joe I could have been married long time ago If it hadn't 'a been for Cotton Eyed Joe
There's a cabin in the southland Where I long to go, Little cabin in the cotton, Where the cotton grows. There's a cabin in the cotton, Far away
'cause he drank it all up Left for a prodigal daughter Singing, oh Cotton Eyed Joe Oh, Cotton Eyed Joe, oh, Cotton Eyed Joe Had not have been for the Cotton
some directions I gonna want to be right off for home Don't care if them cotton balls get rotten When I got you baby, who needs cotton In them old cotton
If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eyed Joe I'd been married long time ago Where did you come from, where did you go? Where did you come from Cotton-Eyed Joe
Great God Almighty gonna pick a bale of cotton Great God Almighty gonna pick a bale a day Great God Almighty gonna pick a bale of cotton Great God Almighty
feel sorry for And once there was a desk And now it's in a storage locker somewhere And this song is for the stick pins and the cottons I left in the
eye on the string. Cotton mouth keeps on windin'. Sing, sing, sing. Dark moon keep on hidin'.'Gator he keeps on slidin'. Bullfrog he ain't mindin'. Cotton
of our December I know we'll both remember Sowin' oats at cotton pickin' time And we were sowin' oats at cotton pickin' time We were sowin' oats at cotton
[Lil Whyte] Go on and slip me two Xanax bars, I'm ready to get fool 5th o' crown to wash it down, I'm downtown snappin' rolls Ain't no shame up in my
hair Fingers in the door My favorite blue blouse Stained on the back Running from a berry war Can you hear me scream In Cotton Alley Scream in Cotton Alley In Cotton
