| I never picked cotton
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| But my mother did and my brother did
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| And my sister did and my daddy died young
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| Workin' in the coal mine
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| When I was just a baby too little for a cotton sack
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| I played in the dirt while the others worked till they couldn’t straighten
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| their backs
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| And I made myself a promise when I was big enough to run
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| That I’d never stay a single day in that Oklahoma sun
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| And I never picked cotton
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| But my mother did and my brother did
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| And my sister did and my daddy died young
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| Workin' in the coal mine
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| Folks said I grew up early and in the farm that couldn’t hold me then
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| So I stole ten bucks and a pickup truck and I never went back again
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| And it was fast cars and whiskey long haired girls and fun
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| I had everything that money could bring and I took it all with a gun
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| But I never picked cotton
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| But my mother did and my brother did
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| And my sister did and my daddy died young
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| Workin' in the coal mine
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| It was Saturday night in Memphis when a redneck grabbed my shirt
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| And when he said go back in your cotton sack I let 'im dyin' in the dirt
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| They’d take me in the mornin' to the gallows just outside
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| And in the time I’ve got there ain’t a hullava lot that I can look back on with
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| pride
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| But I never picked cotton
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| But my mother did and my brother did
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| And my sister did and my daddy died young
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| Workin' in the coal mine
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| But I never picked cotton
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| But my mother did and my brother did
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| And my sister did and my daddy died young
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| Workin' in the coal mine… |