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Pick a Bale of Cotton Lyrics
Jump down, turn around to pick a bale of cotton/
Jump down, turn around to pick a bale a day./
Jump down, turn around to pick a bale of cotton/
Jump down, turn around to pick a bale a day./
Oh Lordy, pick a bale of cotton, oh Lordy,/
Pick a bale a day./
Oh Lordy, pick a bale of cotton, oh Lordy,/
Pick a bale a day./
Me and my gal can pick a bale of cotton,/
Me and my gal can pick a bale a day.
(Chorus)
Me and my wife can pick a bale of cotton,/
Me and my wife can pick a bale a day./
(Chorus)
Me and my friend can pick a bale of cotton,/
Me and my friend can pick a bale a day./
(Chorus)
Me and my papa can pick a bale of cotton,/
Me and my papa can pick a bale a day./
Jump down, turn around to pick a bale a day./
Jump down, turn around to pick a bale of cotton/
Jump down, turn around to pick a bale a day./
Oh Lordy, pick a bale of cotton, oh Lordy,/
Pick a bale a day./
Oh Lordy, pick a bale of cotton, oh Lordy,/
Pick a bale a day./
Me and my gal can pick a bale of cotton,/
Me and my gal can pick a bale a day.
Me and my wife can pick a bale a day./
Me and my friend can pick a bale a day./
Me and my papa can pick a bale a day./
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It's about picking cotton!
apparently a Bale of Cotton was a shitload! Big Money Cotton! Its almost impossible to pick a bale of cotton.
It's not about picking cotton at all, you're missing the whole point! It's all code for drugs, don't you understand anything?
@Tricky1979 This is not about drugs. It's about hard work. Something you probably don't understand.
@Tricky1979 This is not about drugs. It's about hard work. Something you probably don't understand.
In the days of slavery, the land was new and the minerals in the soil were not used up like they are today. It was easy to grow 3 bales to the acre. That was good cotton with large boles. It was easy for a big strong male slave to pick a bale a day. That's about 500 lbs. after the seeds are picked out. That's what they would do at night before bedtime. We didn't grow cotton, but I have stacked peanuts on a drying stack all day and then shelled peanuts at night until bedtime.
This is an old slave song that was sung all together In unison while they were picking cotton. The faster they sang, the faster they picked. It was kind of like a game to them. They made some good sounding music. Nobody will work like that today: white or black.