Cotton Pickin' Hands

-Solo-
Refrain:
I'm a fair to middlin' man and these are cotton pickin' hands
I'm a fair to middlin' man and these are cotton pickin' hands
My woman asked for a little and nothing she demands
Except to hold these cotton pickin' hands
The bloom is white and then it's red
Then it falls to leave the boll instead
The leaves fall and the field is white
We picked the pots. from dawn to night
Refrain: -Solo-
My woman cooks and sweeps the yard
And that old rough board's rough and hard
Her face is pretty, though it's tanned
And I love those cotton pickin' hands
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