[Verse 1]
Sittin’ on this plow daydreaming
Thinking of the weeks to come
Old cotton patch is hot
Can't think of a worse spot
To be on a hot summer day

[Verse 2]
Next week I will get my hoe down
And I’ll hit the field at break of day
That will be so sad
My feet will hurt so bad
When I chop the cotton all the day

[Bridge]
Mules been a-balking, they're tired of walking
Up and down this cotton rows so straight
They should pull their best cos soon they'll get a rest
They don't have very long to wait

[Verse 3]
And when the picking starts next fall
I'll need my cotton sack, that's all
My back will nearly break
From draggin’ all this weight
When I start to picking cotton this fall
[Bridge]
Mules been a-balking, they're tired of walking
Up and down the cotton rows so straight
They should pull thеir best cos soon they'll get a rеst
They won't have very long to wait

[Verse 3]
And when the picking starts this fall
I'll need my cotton sack, that's all
My back will nearly break
From draggin’ all this weight
When I start to pickin’ cotton this fall