High Cotton.kar

We didn't know
that times were lean.

Around our house
the grass was green.

It didn't seem
like things were all that bad.

I bet we walked
a thousand miles,

chopping cotton
and pushing plows,

and learning how
to give it all we had.

As life went on
and years went by,

we saw the light
in Daddy's eyes,

and felt the love
in Mama's hands.

They kept us warm
and kept us fed,

and taught us how
to look ahead.

Now looking back,
I understand.

We were walking in high cotton.
Old times there are not forgotten.
Those fertile fields are never far away.

We were walking in high cotton.
Old times there are not forgotten.

Leaving home was
the hardest thing
we ever faced.

When Sunday mornings
rolled around,

we dressed up
in hand-me-downs,

just in time to gather
with the Church.

Sometimes I think
how long it's been
and how it impressed me then;

it was the only day
my daddy wouldn't work.

We were walking in high cotton.
Old times there are not forgotten.
Those fertile fields are never far away.

We were walking in high cotton.
Old times there are not forgotten.

Leaving home was
the hardest thing
we ever faced.

We were walking in high cotton.
Old times there are not forgotten.
Those fertile fields are never far away.

We were walking in high cotton.
Old times there are not forgotten.

Leaving home was
the hardest thing
we ever faced.

We were walking in high cotton.
Old times there are not forgotten.
Those fertile fields are never far away.

We were walking in high cotton.
Old times there are not forgotten.

Leaving home was
the hardest thing
we ever faced.

We were walking in high cotton…