King Cotton

歌詞

Pick the cotton and pick the cotton and pick the cotton some more You're pickin? cotton until you drop You're never getting? away You'd rather be in a coffee shop With fish and chips on your tray You're bendin? down Your back is broke Your fingers ache and Your feet are smokin? Your head is numb Your legs are gone And you've got nothing to say You're pickin? cotton the whole day through Until the evening is done You'll never get a vacation or a getaway for some fun You grind your knees into the dirt You rip your pants and you tear your shirt But you can't complain, your back's in pain And you get nothin? for pay 'Cause that sonavabitch will never let you Take a break at all You'll never get any food Or water, juice or alcohol So pick your cotton, boy. This rotten Day has just begun, and you will Not be done with pickin? till it's Later in the Fall I'm tellin? you what my life is like So listen up my friend My mother is holding up all right Although her back don't bend We pick all day, we pick all night And when the day is over we can Grab a little nap and then we do it all again TRIO You'll never guess how much I really love this job So, I'm giving you fair warning I love the foreman who can make my mother sob While cotton pickin? in the morning You see that bastard with the whip? His name is ?Bob Woke me up at five this morning You'll never know how much I'd love to stab that slob And spread his guts to rot 'til dawning DOGFIGHT You've got to Bend down, open a boll Pick out the fluff, bag it If your bag's getting? full Harder to pull, drag it Fill the bag my friend Fill it once again Do it till your fingers bleed, boy TRIO (REPRISE) You'll never know how much I love plantation life Full of sweet perfume and romance You'll never know how much I'd like to use Bob's knife To separate him from his gonads