| lyric | Ref.: Cotton needs a picking so bad,
cotton needs a picking so bad,
cotton needs a picking so bad,
gonna pick all over this field.
1. We planted this cotton in April
on the full of the moon,
we’ve had a hot dry summer
that’s why it opened so soon.
2. Boy stop goosin’ that cotton,
and take better care.
Make haste, you lazy rascal,
and bring that row from there.
3. Hurry up, hurry up, children!
We ought to have been gone;
this wather looks so ocloudy,
I think it’s going to storm. |