Don't let that Sun burn you down
Keep you back bent to the ground
You boy put your back into it boy!
Chop that cotton chop that cotton
Chop that cotton chop that cotton
Don't look that boss in the eye
Chop that cotton chop that cotton
Chop that cotton chop that cotton
He might see the doubt ands the fear
Chop that cotton chop that cotton
Chop that cotton chop that cotton
Holler calls out a song
Chop that cotton chop that cotton
Heard a slave name Martin has stood up
There's talk of freedom I hear
Chop that cotton chop that cotton
Chop that cotton chop that cotton
They say it's about civil rights
I never heard that word before
Chop that cotton chop that cotton
Chop that cotton chop that cotton
PUT your back into it boy!
Chop that cotton chop that cotton
Chop that cotton chop that cotton
But there's no talk of freedom hear
Chop that cotton chop that cotton
Chop that cotton chop that cotton
Swing that hoe high and low
Chop that cotton chop that cotton
Chop that cotton chop that cotton
There's many more rowes today
200 field hands at work
Chop that cotton chop that cotton
Chop that cotton chop that cotton
I wonder what freedom feels like
I'll dream about that tonight
Chop that cotton chop that cotton
Chop that cotton chop that cotton chop that cotton chop that cotton.
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