around our home the grass was green.
It didn't seem like things were all that bad.
I bet we walked a thousand miles
Chopping cotton and pushing plows
Learning how to give it all we had
As life went on and years went by
I saw the light in Daddy's eyes
They kept us warm and kept us fed
Taught us how to look ahead
Now looking back I understand
We were walking in high cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Those fertile fields are never far away
We were walking in high cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Leaving home was the hardest thing
When Sunday mornings rolled around
We'd rest up in hand -me -downs
Just in time to get her away
Sometimes I think how long it's been
And how it impressed me then
We were walking in high cotton,
all times there are not forgotten,
those fertile fields are never far away.
We were walking in high cotton,
all times there are not forgotten,
leaving home was the hardest
We were walking in high cotton,
old times there are not forgotten,
those fertile fields are never far away.
We were walking in high cotton,
old times there are not forgotten,
leaving home was the hardest
We were walking in high cotton.
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