Remembering Cotton Fields
Wednesday, March 4th, 2009
Years ago down that lonely old road
Where we lived and had a cotton field
The family worked hard for the harvest of cotton
That is what paid the bills for a year
Everyone worked and picked cotton all day
I can’t lie about this so it was not me
Daddy would put my feet in his overalls,
I would hold on to his neck until I got tired
And then I would ride on his cotton sack
He pulled me down the row as he tugged and sweat
The others worked hard for us to get out of debt
Groceries were bought on credit for a year
When the cotton was ginned, my daddy got paid
To the grocer he went and paid off his bill
Fond memories I have, yet sad when I think
How everyone worked but the baby that was me
It isn’t so bad being the youngest-you see?
