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Working on the cotton field
For you don't now how many years
Cotton field, cotton field
Picking, plucking, packing away
I'm a [?] I work day by day
Getting up before the sun
It won't stop till work is done
Work is done, work is done
Gasping in the midday heat
Where are you lord
In these times of need, these times of need
It's time to think things over
It's time to get away
It's time to think things over
Sorry Ma'am this business doesn't pay
Late at night you're heading home
Wondering where the day has gone
The day has gone, day has gone
Nothing's waiting for you there
But a TV set and a ragged chair
Right on time after [?]
Blues walks in to say hello
Say hello, say hello
A feeling [?] and not [?]
And nasty thought settles on your mind
On your mind
It's time to think things over
It's time to get away
It's time to think things over
Sorry Ma'am this business doesn't pay
A loaded gun, a piece of rope
A [?] bread and off you go
Off you go, off you go
There's not much to leave behind
A weary body and an absent mind
Now you watch [?]
And while you get to heavens gate
Heavens gate, heavens gate
Good ol' Lord is [?]
I've got some work to do, so let's begin
So let's begin
It's time to think things over
It's time to get away
It's time to think things over
Sorry Ma'am this business doesn't pay
Sorry Ma'am this business doesn't pay
Sorry Ma'am this business doesn't pay