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[Verse 1]
Cotton, give me a handful of cotton
Take me tonight to those fields of snowy white
Along that muddy river shore
I'm lonesome for cotton
I'd gladly pick all the cotton
Just to get back to that old log cabin shack
Among my kind of folks once more

[Bridge]
I guess the Lord was partial to the south land
'Cause He looked down and said one morn'
"Somebody's got to pick that cotton"
And that's the reason I was born

[Verse 2]
Cotton, my heart's all wrapped up in cotton
Lord, I was wrong, take me back where I belong
I'll never leave the south anymore

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