When I was just my poppa's son
He would beat me in the head with the butt of a gun
It was just about a mile, a mile or so
Down from where the corncobs grow
Cuz when the cotton bolls get rotten
You can't pick a whole lot of cotton

When I was a lad I polished my wood
Pappa caught me in the barn he whupped me good
Well that was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
Poppa got himself run down by a train
I shot him in the guts to end his pain
Cuz when them cotton bolls get rotten
Certain things get left forgotten

Back down home I didn't get much meat to eat
And the good ol' boys always had their meat to beat
When I was just my poppa's son
He would beat me in my noggin with the butt of a gun

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Cotton Bolls song meanings
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