Red Hills And Cotton

Duration

5:35

Genres

Americana / Alt Country

Lyrics

I don't remember nineteen-twenty when cotton fetched a damn fine penny A share-cropper's dreams were plenty, before the bottom fell out Before there came a day, the red dirt it washed away and the bull-weavel had its way and the bottom fell out And it's red hills and cotton, red hills and cotton Gone but they're not forgotten, red hills and cotton Well them low country boys with that hell-hole corn Playing cards and fightin' till the mornin' They're acting like they've just been born then they spend the day getting sober Well them upstate croppers don't get no rise, from empty pockets and bleary eyes Behind the plow a foul sunrise, turnin' that red dirt over And it's red hills and cotton, red hills and cotton Gone but they're not forgotten, red hills and cotton ooh-ooh-ohh Now it's ten cent cotton and forty cent mead How the hell can a poor boy eat? Traded for a sixty hour week down at the mill Where them cotton trains they rattle by Snow-white bails are piled so high, Old Man Self he could touch the sky At least that's what he told us And it's red hills and cotton, red hills and cotton Gone but they're not forgotten, red hills and cotton Ain't nothin left of them tenant shacks They're kudzu on the railroad tracks And ain't nobody out there breaking their backs Turnin' that red dirt over Long gone are them textile mills Swing shifts and hell-hole stills 'Cause labor's cheaper down in Brazil Whoa yeah... And it's red hills and cotton, red hills and cotton Gone but they're not forgotten, red hills and cotton (repeat)