Sam Baker Cotton
Daddy hoe cotton like I do Daddy picked the cotton by hand He used to come home hot and dirty Told me how he hated black land Told me how he hated black land One day he just walked away Walked down the road Kicking up dust Right in the middle of the day Walked down the road kicking up dust Left me and momma that way Somebody help me sing hallelujah Somebody help me sing hey hoe hard Somebody help me sing that's enough cotton Somebody help me sing praise the lord Momma cleaned house for the white folk Man our house was a mess But we had food We had shoes Had it better than most I guess She had sister back in '40 When she married a man named Teal The high blood took her back in '53 She's buried on the side of the hill With the coloreds on the side of the hill You see back then that was the deal Somebody help me sing hallelujah Somebody help me sing hey hoe hard Somebody help me sing that's enough cotton Somebody help me sing praise the lord I've got rows of cotton in the morning I've got rows of cotton till night I walk these rows with a hoe in my hand Hoe for the rest of my lifeHoe for the rest of my life Hoe for the rest of my life
