Captain T (Tom Hunnicutt): Music

The Cotton Fields in the Bottoms
by Tom Hunnicutt

(Key of D G-2)

They’d planted cotton in the spring and hoed it the summer,
And in the fall we’d travel there – to The Cotton Fields In The Bottoms.

We’d picked that cotton for a fee and we bent our backs to do it.
There was no federal aid back then – just The Cotton Fields In The Bottoms.

The preacher travel with us too, but he never did much preaching.
‘cause he was picking out a double row – just trying to make a living.

Times were bad, but we weren’t sad and we took our music with us.
And the fiddle played in the evening shade – in The Cotton Fields In The Bottoms.

Turn Around

We picked all day from dawn to dust and sometimes made a hundred,
Three cents a pound don’t sound like much – in The Cotton Fields In The Bottoms.

Yet, I recall the fun back then and a playing in that cotton.
And a skinny-dipping’ in the slue – in The Cotton Fields In The Bottoms.

When winter came the ducks did too and the hunters they were many.
And the shotguns roared across this land – in The Cotton Fields In The Bottoms.

And then we’d head it on back home - sit out another winter.
But we got new shoes and a pair of jeans and they’d last us ‘till next summer.

Turn Around

When spring returned the rain did too and the floods they were many,
and the water ran down from these hills – to The Cotton Fields In The Bottoms.

When the rains did pass the sun got hot we would start all over,
it was time to go to work again – in The Cotton Fields In The Bottoms.


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