I was raised in the middle of the cotton belt, babe But I ain't gonna stay I'll lose my shape fast draggin' cotton sacks And eatin' butter beans everyday
Traduction: Jeannie C. Riley. Cotton Patch.
Traduction: Tommy McLain. Blues Cotton Patch.
Bitches stop and stare Later on you see me partin through the Cotton hair I meet a bitch I always gotta check and ask "How many corndogs been to the Cotton patch
stop and stare Later on you see me partin through the Cotton hair I meet a bitch I always gotta check and ask "How many corndogs been to the Cotton patch
barely gets me to town I patched the wheels and I watered 'em down Keep her in shape so she'll be fine To haul my cotton come pickin' time Haul my cotton
and unplug the telephone, telephone Light some candles let me get a look at your, you got a body like a So, I put's the cotton ball in the Q Tip patch
a lot of land We got a lot of work to be done Go get your marbles put 'em in the house Tear down your castles in the sand Come with your poppy to the cotton patch
Tadpole in the moonshine vat An' granddaddy-long-leg climbing on the screen You better watch, you're gonna squash him flat Boll weevils in your cotton
a little big land and a lotta hard work to be done Go get your marbels put 'em in the house tear down your castles in the sand Come with your pappy to the cotton patch
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
and slow me down to get back in the game Gotta be up on yo P's and Q's to even feel it mane [Chorus X2] Oxycontin, Xanax bars, Percocets, and Lortabs Valiums, Morhpine Patches
we had plenty to eat and plenty to wear We had patches on our britches but momma kept us neat We had food on the table and shoes on our feet We picked the cotton
came like his father before he joined the army and went to the war leaving the rolling hills swamps and the cotton fields bound for a Normandy shore the patch
brother nothin' here is any good See the birds they're a droppin' like a star Wormwood And all I wanted was a little patch of green We were peasants and the cotton
shiners then wonder why the culprits sitting at the their rainbows ending rocks garbage bag liners with out the apple seed it's useless (I sat for greed) patched
a grey sky And the frogs and dogs and night birds then Started up singing sweet country lullaby You see that patch of city lights- Somewhere in there's Cotton
