way out there in the cotton
sun beatin' down so hard
sweat rollin' of this shovel
diggin' in the devil's boneyard
sure like a cool drink of water
soft rag to soothe my face
sure like a woman to talk to in this place
it's a hundred and ten
hundred and ten in the shade
goin' way down
mama won't you carry me
handle so hot i can't stand it
might shrivel up and blow away
noonday sun make you crazy
least
that's what the old men say
bottom land hard as a gravestone
couldn't cut it with an axe
gonna lay me down right here
and that's a fact
it's a hundred and ten
hundred and ten in the shade
goin' way down
mama won't you carry me
sometimes late in the evenin'
everything is quiet and still
i set here and think about leavin'
lord
i guess i never will
heartache down in that city
bright light scares me anyway
sure like a woman to talk in this place
it's a hundred and ten
hundred and ten in the shade
goin' way down
mama won't you carry me