歌词
We're going south
Going way down south
Yeah, we're going so far south
You got cotton in your mouth
Where the black snake moans
And the babies cry
We got no future
And I don't know why
That big machine
Done picked us clean
Done picked us clean
We're going south
Going way down south
We're going so far south
Til there ain't no more south to go
Shuck the black-eyed peas
Make my onions green
The air's so hot
Its like chicken grease
Poverty is the chain
Wrapped around your feet
That big machine
Done picked us clean
See the steel mills fate
And the industrial states
That big machine
Done picked em clean
We're going south
We're going way down south
We're going so far south
There ain't no more south to go
Past the Mason-Dixon line
South is a state of mine
The big machine
Has done picked us clean
Done picked us clean
Written by: Gary M. Bolen, Wesley F Hamil
