| She, she came from the land of the cotton
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| Land that was nearly forgotten by everyone
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| And she, she worked and she slaved so hard
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| A big old field was her backyard in the delta sun
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| Oh, she sure could sing
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| Oh, she sure could sing
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| Then He, He looked down and He took a little pity
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| The whole town swore He knew he’d help her some
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| And He, He didn’t mind if she wasn’t very pretty
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| For deep inside His heart He knew she was the only one
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| Oh, she sure could sing
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| Oh, she sure could sing
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| She had the faith, she had believing
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| She led all the people together in singing
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| Prayed every night to the Lord up above
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| Singing hallelujah, hallelujah
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| And they use to walk singing songs by the river
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| Even when she knew for sure she had to go away
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| And she, she never knew what this life was to give her
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| She never had to worry about it for one single day
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| Oh, she sure could sing
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| Oh, she sure could sing
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| She had the faith, she had believing
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| She led all the people together in singing
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| And prayed every night to the Lord up above
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| Singing hallelujah, hallelujah
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| And she, she came from the land of the cotton
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| The land that was nearly forgotten by everyone
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| She, but she worked and she slaved so hard
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| A big old field was her backyard in the delta sun
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| Oh, she sure could sing
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| Oh, she sure could sing
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| Oh, she sure could sing
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| Oh, Lord, but she sure could sing |