one row at a time

the southeast georgia red clay dust is groundin' to my blue jeans

a heavy hundred pound cotton sack draggin' along behind

wanting to leave this place so bad

i forget how i got here

workin' my way back home

one row at a time

it's a long old cotton road between here and waco

then

three days a-thumbin' through that california line

and two more days of pickin' to that house

just south of fresno

workin' my way back home

one row at a time

mississippi delta mud is caked in layers on my brogans

sunshine on snow white cotton

nearly makes me blind

i can almost see 'em now

a home folk runnin' out to meet me

workin' my way back home

one row at a time

it's a long

old cotton road between here and waco

then

three days a-thumbin' through that california line

lord

lord

two more days of pickin' to that house

just south of fresno

workin' my way back home

one row at a time

workin' my way back home

one row at a time