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  1. Cotton

From the recording Cotton

Lyrics

Thirty-six years in a cotton mill
Is what her daddy knew
Them who pick it, them who weave it
Write lyrics for the blues
 
Cotton, cotton
On his shoes and in his hair
Filling up his lungs, choking off his air
Cotton, cotton
Puts money in his pocket
He can’t knock it
Cotton, cotton
 
Lost his hand in the belly of a loom
He laid it on the altar
Of a big boss man who signs the checks
Of nameless sons and fathers
 
Cotton, cotton
On his shoes and in his hair
Filling up his lungs, choking off his air
Cotton, cotton
Puts money in his pocket
He can’t knock it
Cotton, cotton
 
Will father a daughter and make her blanket
And wrap her up inside it
Send her to school and teach her the rules
For a life she can take pride in
And they will call her
 
Cotton, cotton
Wears his shoes and pulls his hair
Melts his heart, sweetens his air
Cotton, cotton
Takes money from his pocket
He can’t knock it
Cotton, cotton