brown dirt

brown dirt

stickin' to my fingers

brown dirt

clingin' to my feet

brown dirt

mississippi bottom land

pickin' that cotton for the man down the street

brown dirt

raisin' his vegetables

brown dirt

growin' his grass

brown dirt

walkin' down the pathway

pickin' that cotton now i hope it is my last

brown dirt

somebody told me

be the last place you lay

brown dirt

cover my body

i'll soon be the cotton that's grown another day

brown dirt wet

you're sinkin'

brown dirt dry

you dust

brown dirt

i've been thinkin'

we'll all come to you and we won't be the first

brown dirt

somebody told me

be the last place you lay

cover my body

i'll soon be the cotton that's grown another day

if a stick moves

it's a snake

if a water is still

it's a lake

if you harm yourself

you know it hurts

final destination

brown dirt