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Oh, my family grew cotton and cotton was all we knew |
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Butter came from butter beans and it all went in a stew |
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We lived off our victory garden and the neighbors did so too |
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Some years the dust was so ruthless, this cotton was all we grew |
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When there's no more cane on the grasses |
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And the oil is gone in the gulf |
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When the wells are dry on the flatlands |
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Cotton's all we got, cotton's all we got |
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In the days before the power lines when |
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L B J taught school |
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We dreamed of a fairer nation and promised to change the rules |
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To build a great society and all the folks in the same room |
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Fighting a war on poverty and taking us to the moon |
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When there's no more cane on the grasses |
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And the oil is gone in the gulf |
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When the wells run dry on the flatlands |
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Cotton's all we got, oh cotton's all we got |
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Then the wind will feed the power lines where once it was dust that blew |
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All along the |
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Chisholm Trail where cotton's all we knew |
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When there's no more cane on the grasses |
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And the oil is gone in the gulf |
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When the wells are dry on the flatlands |
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Cotton's all we got, oh cotton's all we got |
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Cotton's all we got |
