| Song | I Never Picked Cotton |
| Artist | Johnny Cash |
| Album | American II: Unchained |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : George, Williams | |
| I never picked cotton | |
| Like my mother did and my brother did | |
| And my sister did and my | |
| Daddy died young | |
| Workin' in a coal mine | |
| When I was just a baby too little for the cotton sack | |
| I played in the dirt while the others worked' | |
| Til they couldn't straighten up their backs | |
| And I made myself a promise when | |
| I was old enough to run | |
| That I'd never stay a single day | |
| In that Oklahoma sun | |
| And I never picked cotton | |
| Like my mother did and my brother did | |
| And my sister did and my | |
| Daddy died young | |
| Workin' in a coal mine | |
| Folks said that | |
| I grew up early and the farm couldn't hold me then | |
| So I stole ten bucks and a pickup truck and | |
| I never went back again | |
| Then it was fast cars and whiskey, long legged girls and fun | |
| I had everything that money could bring and | |
| I took it all with a gun | |
| And I never picked cotton | |
| Like my mother did and my brother did | |
| And my sister did and my | |
| Daddy died young | |
| Workin' in a coal mine | |
| It was Saturday night in | |
| Memphis when a redneck grabbed my shirt | |
| And he said go back to your cotton sack, | |
| I left him lying in the dirt | |
| And they'll take me in the morning to the gallows just outside | |
| And in the time | |
| I've got there ain't a hell of a lot | |
| I can look back on with pride | |
| But I never picked cotton | |
| Like my mother did and my brother did | |
| And my sister did and my | |
| Daddy died young | |
| Workin' in a coal mine | |
| I never picked cotton | |
| Like my mother did and my brother did | |
| And my sister did and my | |
| Daddy died young | |
| Workin' in a coal mine |
| zuo ci : George, Williams | |
| I never picked cotton | |
| Like my mother did and my brother did | |
| And my sister did and my | |
| Daddy died young | |
| Workin' in a coal mine | |
| When I was just a baby too little for the cotton sack | |
| I played in the dirt while the others worked' | |
| Til they couldn' t straighten up their backs | |
| And I made myself a promise when | |
| I was old enough to run | |
| That I' d never stay a single day | |
| In that Oklahoma sun | |
| And I never picked cotton | |
| Like my mother did and my brother did | |
| And my sister did and my | |
| Daddy died young | |
| Workin' in a coal mine | |
| Folks said that | |
| I grew up early and the farm couldn' t hold me then | |
| So I stole ten bucks and a pickup truck and | |
| I never went back again | |
| Then it was fast cars and whiskey, long legged girls and fun | |
| I had everything that money could bring and | |
| I took it all with a gun | |
| And I never picked cotton | |
| Like my mother did and my brother did | |
| And my sister did and my | |
| Daddy died young | |
| Workin' in a coal mine | |
| It was Saturday night in | |
| Memphis when a redneck grabbed my shirt | |
| And he said go back to your cotton sack, | |
| I left him lying in the dirt | |
| And they' ll take me in the morning to the gallows just outside | |
| And in the time | |
| I' ve got there ain' t a hell of a lot | |
| I can look back on with pride | |
| But I never picked cotton | |
| Like my mother did and my brother did | |
| And my sister did and my | |
| Daddy died young | |
| Workin' in a coal mine | |
| I never picked cotton | |
| Like my mother did and my brother did | |
| And my sister did and my | |
| Daddy died young | |
| Workin' in a coal mine |
| zuò cí : George, Williams | |
| I never picked cotton | |
| Like my mother did and my brother did | |
| And my sister did and my | |
| Daddy died young | |
| Workin' in a coal mine | |
| When I was just a baby too little for the cotton sack | |
| I played in the dirt while the others worked' | |
| Til they couldn' t straighten up their backs | |
| And I made myself a promise when | |
| I was old enough to run | |
| That I' d never stay a single day | |
| In that Oklahoma sun | |
| And I never picked cotton | |
| Like my mother did and my brother did | |
| And my sister did and my | |
| Daddy died young | |
| Workin' in a coal mine | |
| Folks said that | |
| I grew up early and the farm couldn' t hold me then | |
| So I stole ten bucks and a pickup truck and | |
| I never went back again | |
| Then it was fast cars and whiskey, long legged girls and fun | |
| I had everything that money could bring and | |
| I took it all with a gun | |
| And I never picked cotton | |
| Like my mother did and my brother did | |
| And my sister did and my | |
| Daddy died young | |
| Workin' in a coal mine | |
| It was Saturday night in | |
| Memphis when a redneck grabbed my shirt | |
| And he said go back to your cotton sack, | |
| I left him lying in the dirt | |
| And they' ll take me in the morning to the gallows just outside | |
| And in the time | |
| I' ve got there ain' t a hell of a lot | |
| I can look back on with pride | |
| But I never picked cotton | |
| Like my mother did and my brother did | |
| And my sister did and my | |
| Daddy died young | |
| Workin' in a coal mine | |
| I never picked cotton | |
| Like my mother did and my brother did | |
| And my sister did and my | |
| Daddy died young | |
| Workin' in a coal mine |