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
Black Cotton Black Cotton Black Cotton- A symbol for unrewarded struggle Time for a little gospel tail Ghetto gospel that is- listen Robbin' Black 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
a mile from Texarkana In them old cotton fields back home Don't care if them cotton balls get rotten When I got you baby, who needs cotton In them old cotton
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 fields back home Brother
] Black Cotton Black Cotton Black Cotton - A symbol for unrewarded struggle Time for a little gospel tail Ghetto gospel that is- listen Robbin' Black Cotton
Oh, you ain't a-gonna make a cottonpicker out of me (Bom-bom-bom) No, you ain't a-gonna make a cottonpicker out of me (Bom-bom-bom) You can make a-me
wanna I don't wanna tropicana dairy baby Don't you wanna I don't wanna coconut flurry baby Don't you wanna mix? [Juggalos:] Cotton Candy and..... [Juggalettes
lost 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
[Chorus:] I never picked cotton But my mother did And my brother did And my sister did And my daddy died young Workin' in the coal mine When I was just
questa e la vita mia: mi usi per i tuoi comodi e poi mi butti via! Oh, povero Cotton Fiock! Oh, povero Cotton Fiock! Oh, povero Cotton Fiock! Oh, povero Cotton
Jesus' son Your girl has left your side And now you're gonna get crucified They're gonna crucify you Crucify you Crucify you Crucify you In those old cotton
] 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