Brown dirtstickin’ to my fingers
Brown dirtclingin’ to my feet
Brown dirtmississippi bottom land
Pickin’ that cotton for the man down the street
Brown dirtraisin’ his vegetables
Brown dirtgrowin’ his grass
Brown dirtwalkin’ down the pathway
Pickin’ that cotton now I hope it is my last
Brown dirtsomebody told mebe the last place you lay
Brown dirtcover my body
I’ll soon be the cotton that’s grown another day
Brown dirt wetyou’re sinkin’
Brown dirt dryyou dust
Brown dirtI’ve been thinkin’
We’ll all come to you and we won’t be the first
Brown dirtsomebody told mebe the last place you lay
Cover my body
I’ll soon be the cotton that’s grown another day
If a stick movesit’s a snake
If a water is stillit’s a lake
If you harm yourselfyou know it hurts
Final destinationbrown dirt
