| I never was great at pickin' cotton but Lord I always carried all my rows
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| There were those who could pick it clean or better
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| But didn’t I pick my cotton with a lot of soul
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| I’d go hmm with feeling I’d go hmm with soul
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| I’d say hmm with meaning yeah I sang my songs of life with a lot of soul
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| I never was great at words so fancy oh but my woman knew I loved her so There were those who could give her more and better
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| But didn’t I loved that woman with a lot of soul
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| I’d go hmm with feeling I’d go hmm with soul
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| I’d go hmm with meaning but Lord I love that woman with a lot of soul
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| When I leave this life I’ll be forgotten cause I never made big tracks upon
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| it’s roads
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| Things I’ve done will never last forever but didn’t I do it all with a lot of soul
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| I’d go hmm with feeling I’d go hmm with soul |