Gonna jump down, spin around, pick a bale of cotton Gonna jump down, spin around, pick a bale a day Gonna jump down, spin around, pick a bale of cotton Gonna jump down, spin around, 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
I said me and my buddy gonna pick a bale of cotton Now me and my buddy gonna pick a bale a day I said me and my buddy gonna pick a bale of cotton Now me and my buddy gonna 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
On top of old Smokey All covered with snow I lost my true lover By courting so slow For courting's a pleasure And parting is grief And a false-hearted lover Is worse than a thief On top of old Smokey All covered with snow I lost my true lover By courting so slow
Well, you wake up in the morning Hear the ding dong ring You go marching to the table See the same old thing See the fork on the table Nothing in your pan If you say a thing about it You're in trouble with the man
Let the midnight special Shine a light on me Let the midnight special Shine it's everlovin' light on me
If you ever go to Houston Well you'd better act right And you'd better not gamble And you'd better not fight For the sheriff will arrest you And he'll take you down And before you understand it You are prison bound
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