J. J. Cale - Brown Dirt - Sözleri

Brown dirt, stickin' to my fingers

Brown dirt, clingin' to my feet

Brown dirt, mississippi bottom land

Pickin' that cotton for the man down the street

Brown dirt, raisin' his vegetables

Brown dirt, growin' his grass

Brown dirt, walkin' down the pathway

Pickin' that cotton now I hope it is my last

Brown dirt, somebody told me, be the last place you lay

Brown dirt, cover my body

I'll soon be the cotton that's grown another day

Brown dirt wet, you're sinkin'

Brown dirt dry, you dust

Brown dirt, I've been thinkin'

We'll all come to you and we won't be the first

Brown dirt, somebody told me, be the last place you lay

Cover my body

I'll soon be the cotton that's grown another day

If a stick moves, it's a snake

If a water is still, it's a lake

If you harm yourself, you know it hurts

Final destination, brown dirt










		
			



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