Cotton Picking Blues

The little bee suck the blossom

The big bee make 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

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

I chop cotton all the summer

And pick cotton all the fall

Then I jump up on an 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 ask him for my pay

He said "You ain't got nothin' 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 I've got to put it down