never picked cotton,
Like my mother did,
And my brother did,
And my sister did.
And my daddy died young,
Workin' in a coal mine.

When I was just a baby too little for the cotton sack,
I played in the dirt while the others worked,
Till they couldn't straighten up their backs.
I made myself a promise when I was old enough to run.
That I'd never stay a single day,
In that Oklahoma sun.

And I never picked cotton,
Like my mother did,
And my brother did,
And my sister did.
And my daddy died young,
Workin' in a coal mine.
come on take my bag it's yours

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