| Brown dirt, stickin' to my fingers
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| Brown dirt, clingin' to my feet
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| Brown dirt, Mississippi bottom land
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| Pickin' that cotton for the man down the street
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| Brown dirt, raisin' his vegetables
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| Brown dirt, growin' his grass
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| Brown dirt, walkin' down the pathway
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| Pickin' that cotton now I hope it is my last
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| Brown dirt, somebody told me, be the last place you lay
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| Brown dirt, cover my body
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| I’ll soon be the cotton that’s grown another day
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| Brown dirt wet, you’re sinkin'
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| Brown dirt dry, you dust
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| Brown dirt, I’ve been thinkin'
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| We’ll all come to you and we won’t be the first
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| Brown dirt, somebody told me, be the last place you lay
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| Cover my body
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| I’ll soon be the cotton that’s grown another day
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| If a stick moves, it’s a snake
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| If a water is still, it’s a lake
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| If you harm yourself, you know it hurts
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| Final destination, brown dirt |