Cotton Fiock! Oh, povero Cotton Fiock! Oh, povero Cotton Fiock! Oh, povero Cotton Fiock! Mi fai male, lo sai, a infilarmi in tutti i fori, potresti fare un po? piu piano
Rep that Louboutin bottom in my back pocket all day long Black Wall Mafias, Wu-Tang Sopranos Niggas steady pushing keys but we don't see pianos Niggas
I feel Lord, have mercy down in this cotton field You don't know People, people, you don't know how I feel Have mercy in this cotton field I know you
Sundays was better than other days Mondays through Saturdays Sundays we danced like there's no tomorrow Duke (Ellington) played piano in Storyville We
be infected. when I had the chicken pox, I was hospitalized because each pock was infected. each one! in my eyelids, everywhere. the nurses O dab each pock with a medicated cotton
infected. When I had the chicken pox, I was hospitalized. Because each pox was infected, each one! In my eyelids, everywhere! The nurses had to dab each pox with a medicated cotton
middle of silly cotton laced cartwheels I noticed you were jealous and gay. So I lay. Curled up in your shadow. As you play your baby grand piano. I
like piano keys if your honeycomb is buzzin wit those honey bees and banana trees and fly canapees and ladys that be lookin like theyre vandati man the cotton
things may change Others stay the same, we're not four anymore But can you come out and play? You wore pigtails and hand me downs I banged the piano
old Amsterdam I picked plums up in Yakimo and I picked pearles down in Arkansas Even learned how to say you all but I still miss Amsterdam Amsterdam old Amsterdam... [ piano
Stop all the clocks, cut of the telephone Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone Silence the pianos and with a muffled drum Bring out the coffin
's gotta come through Pick your guitar, fella (instrumental & piano) Born on the farm in Lou'siana Lord, I had a hard time choppin' that cotton Ooooooh
you please come home The cotton and the corn have been gathered the green green pastures are gone The day looks like stormy weather honey won't you please come home mhm [ piano
you Run . . . Run Devil Run Lead solo (8 bars) Piano (8 bars) E Well by the middle of the summer they were back in the shack E Picking cotton
3:02 Sonny Boy Williamson I (John Lee Williamson) John Lee Williamson - vocal and harmonica Chicago July 2, 1941 with Blind John Davis - piano, Ransom
Got-to-Get-You if he opposite just split You niggaz bitches cranberry like a vodka mixer Whippin bitches niggaz black, ass like a cotton picker Bomb through
climb We soard like eagles 'cross the sky Heaven knows How I miss those little toes [short piano interlude] [b-sec] You wore pigtails and hand-me-downs I banged the piano
they comin' now Oh Mr. Topsy you sure bring me down Better believe you're spittin' the cotton-you are spittin' the cotton now Ah! And Mr. Turvy your