| Song | High Cotton |
| Artist | Alabama |
| Album | The Essential Alabama 3.0 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Written:Roger Murrah/Scott Anders | |
| We didn't know the times were lean | |
| Round our home the grass was green | |
| It didn't seem like things were all that bad | |
| I bet we walked a thousand miles | |
| Chopin' cotton and pushin' plows | |
| And learnin' how to give it all we had. | |
| As life went on and years went by | |
| I saw the light in daddy's eyes | |
| And felt - the love in mama's hands | |
| They kept us warm and kept us fed | |
| Taught us how to look ahead | |
| Now lookin' back, I think I understand. | |
| Chorus: | |
| We Were Walkin' in High Cotton | |
| Old times there are not forgotten | |
| Those fertile fields are never far away | |
| We Were Walkin' in High Cotton | |
| Old times there are not forgotten | |
| Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced. | |
| When Sunday morning rolled around | |
| We dressed up in hand-me downs | |
| Just in time, together with the church | |
| Sometimes I think how long it's been | |
| And how it impressed me then | |
| It was the only day my daddy wouldn't work. | |
| Chorus X2 | |
| We Were Walkin' In High Cotton. |
| Written: Roger Murrah Scott Anders | |
| We didn' t know the times were lean | |
| Round our home the grass was green | |
| It didn' t seem like things were all that bad | |
| I bet we walked a thousand miles | |
| Chopin' cotton and pushin' plows | |
| And learnin' how to give it all we had. | |
| As life went on and years went by | |
| I saw the light in daddy' s eyes | |
| And felt the love in mama' s hands | |
| They kept us warm and kept us fed | |
| Taught us how to look ahead | |
| Now lookin' back, I think I understand. | |
| Chorus: | |
| We Were Walkin' in High Cotton | |
| Old times there are not forgotten | |
| Those fertile fields are never far away | |
| We Were Walkin' in High Cotton | |
| Old times there are not forgotten | |
| Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced. | |
| When Sunday morning rolled around | |
| We dressed up in handme downs | |
| Just in time, together with the church | |
| Sometimes I think how long it' s been | |
| And how it impressed me then | |
| It was the only day my daddy wouldn' t work. | |
| Chorus X2 | |
| We Were Walkin' In High Cotton. |
| Written: Roger Murrah Scott Anders | |
| We didn' t know the times were lean | |
| Round our home the grass was green | |
| It didn' t seem like things were all that bad | |
| I bet we walked a thousand miles | |
| Chopin' cotton and pushin' plows | |
| And learnin' how to give it all we had. | |
| As life went on and years went by | |
| I saw the light in daddy' s eyes | |
| And felt the love in mama' s hands | |
| They kept us warm and kept us fed | |
| Taught us how to look ahead | |
| Now lookin' back, I think I understand. | |
| Chorus: | |
| We Were Walkin' in High Cotton | |
| Old times there are not forgotten | |
| Those fertile fields are never far away | |
| We Were Walkin' in High Cotton | |
| Old times there are not forgotten | |
| Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced. | |
| When Sunday morning rolled around | |
| We dressed up in handme downs | |
| Just in time, together with the church | |
| Sometimes I think how long it' s been | |
| And how it impressed me then | |
| It was the only day my daddy wouldn' t work. | |
| Chorus X2 | |
| We Were Walkin' In High Cotton. |