you won't see it later Cause i work magic like a magician I add up like a mathematician I'm a bank cashier Engineer I wear cotton but i don't wear
And there must've been a hubdred of 'em beatin' on the drum They stepped so high and they began to sing We stood beside the cotton bails and didn't say
cross that county line Down home, there's a hound dog howlin' Down home, 'neath the front porch swing Down home, makes a poor boy feel Down home, like a hillbilly king
to serve somebody And it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you're gonna have to serve somebody You might like to wear cotton, you might like
?Lily dreams on? Lily I hope you picture me in your dreams Put down your King James Bible You don't need no kings Close you eyes, baby I'll dry mine
Once there was an adorable little bunny that hopped and bopped through the cotton fields eating carrots all day long. The people loved him and thought
1st salesman: Cash for the merchandise, cash for the button hooks 3rd salesman: Cash for the cotton goods, csh for the hard goods 1st Salesman: Cash for
to bomb the projects Teflon vest, four pounds could make your palm sweat Put the word out, so vexed I even curse your bird out She don't deserve clout, flippin' wit the cotton
was fought And it's never been forgotten It's twenty miles to the interstate There's a Burger King and a Motel 8 And the only thing 'tween here and there is cotton
talk in tongues and feel the Holy Spirit Hear it, pulling light strings got mad cast a swing When I do my thing my ballz is hairy like the Lion King
lot of new kings but I won't kneel Sittin' high on a mountain top Holdin' shop, singin' the raw dog blues Like in old Mississippi's dirty cotton fields
Cotton Candy was king On the midway that spring And when I saw you In the ring on the lawn Dear John Throwing kisses so Richmond's Unfortunates can go
If I were King of the Forest, Not queen, not duke, not prince. My regal robes of the forest, would be satin, not cotton, not chintz. I'd command each
Lion If I were King of the Forest, Not queen, not duke, not prince. My regal robes of the forest, would be satin, not cotton, not chintz. I'd command
is any good See the birds they're a droppin' like a star Wormwood And all I wanted was a little patch of green We were peasants and the cotton was our king
, we right above Florida Next to Bama Under the Carolinas and Tennesse you'll see...Georgia Where Gladys Knights and the Midnight Train The birthplace of Martin Luther King
sleeping Everybody constantly creeping Feelin so weak and I can't see em Falling in and out My conscience keep leaving me . Waking up with bullets of sweat and cotton
tug my friend down to my astigmatism Low Bro Packs and rows, Max a golden butcher Last catapult standin in a land of coke and hookers King cotton