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Cotton Pickin’
The only friend I’d ever had
Was my dear ole slave dad
He once told me, think about your future
Try and forget about the south’s criminal past
Cotton pickin’ and turnin’ plow, on a wealthy mans plantation field
He never once saw the money that it did forever yield
Big boss said, he almost cleared the books
So yes, the plantation bosses are the real McCoy crooks
Daddy gave them a mighty fistful, but got just a nightly spoonful in return.
Was my dear ole slave dad
He once told me, think about your future
Try and forget about the south’s criminal past
Cotton pickin’ and turnin’ plow, on a wealthy mans plantation field
He never once saw the money that it did forever yield
Big boss said, he almost cleared the books
So yes, the plantation bosses are the real McCoy crooks
Daddy gave them a mighty fistful, but got just a nightly spoonful in return.
Published 25th Feb 2020
| Edited 27th Feb 2020
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