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Cotton Bolls Lyrics
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
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
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
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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