Cotton Picking Blues

Cotton Picking Blues performed by Son Seals The little bee sucks the blossom; the big bee makes the honey I do all the hard work but my boss, he takes all the money That's why I've got to leave this country, boy, And go to some big town You know I've got to leave this country, boy Lord knows that I've got to put it down I chopped cotton all the summer, and picked cotton all the fall Then I jumped up on that old tractor and cut stalks just like a dog That's why I've got to leave this country, boy, Lord, and go to some big town You know I've got to leave this country, boy Lord knows I've got to put it down I walked up to my boss man and asked him for my pay He said "You ain't got nothing coming, son" And then he run poor me away That's why I've got to leave this country, boy, Lord, and go to some big town You know I've got to leave this country, boy Lord knows that I've got to put it down