Cotton Fields

Working at them cotton fields, givin’ me the blues. Working at them cotton fields, givin’ me the blues. I’m thinkin’ of you my darlin’, thinking of you. Thinking of you my darling, is all I ever do. Riding down the highway, a thousand miles from home. Riding down the highway, a thousand miles from home. Making me feel so lonesome, gotta keep my head up straight. Have to make this delivery in Ashville, without any delay. It’s the same ol’ reason, again and again. Have to make a livin’, pay the rent. All this working’s keeping me from you. This has got me singing the working man’s blues. Part of the construction site, hammer and the nail. Part of the construction site, hammer and the nail. Crafting a grand ol’ mansion, building like a piece of art. From six ‘til eight working my ass off, while we are a part.