The southeast Georgia red clay dust is groundin' to my blue jeans A heavy hundred pound cotton sack a draggin' long behind Wanting believe this place so bad I forgot it how I got here Workin' my way back home one row at a time It's along old cotton road between here and Vaco Than three days of bummin' 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 of my brogains Sunshine on snow white cotton nearly makes me blind I can almost see 'em now a homefolk runnin' out to meet me Workin' my way back home one row at a time It's along old cotton road... Workin' my way back home one row at a timeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
