歌词
Cotton Picking Blues performed by Son Seals
The little bee sucks the blossom; the big bee makes the honey
I do all the hard work but my boss, he takes all the money
That's why I've got to leave this country, boy,
And go to some big town
You know I've got to leave this country, boy
Lord knows that I've got to put it down
I chopped cotton all the summer, and picked cotton all the fall
Then I jumped up on that old tractor and cut stalks just like a dog
That's why I've got to leave this country, boy,
Lord, and go to some big town
You know I've got to leave this country, boy
Lord knows I've got to put it down
I walked up to my boss man and asked him for my pay
He said "You ain't got nothing coming, son"
And then he run poor me away
That's why I've got to leave this country, boy,
Lord, and go to some big town
You know I've got to leave this country, boy
Lord knows that I've got to put it down
