Cotton Pickin’ Railroad Blues (Larry W. Jones 12/24/2006) (song#4253)

Now, I was born in Texarkana
In the middle of a cotton patch
Yeah, I was born in Texarkana
Not far from the railroad track

I picked cotton in the heat of day
Heard the train’s whistle at night
I picked cotton in the heat of day
Thought of disappearin’ from sight

That old train’s load of new cotton
Disappeared down the track from view
I rode some dreams I’ve forgotten
With the cotton pickin’ railroad blues

Now, my Daddy was a cotton picker
My Mama was a hard working soul
Now, what can I say about my sister
Except that Texarkana took its toll

When I think about pickin’ cotton
I just put on my travellin’ shoes
And on the track of dreams forgotten
Sing the cotton pickin’ railroad blues

That old train’s load of new cotton
Disappeared down the track from view
I rode some dreams I’ve forgotten
With the cotton pickin’ railroad blues

When I think about pickin’ cotton
I just put on my travellin’ shoes
And on the track of dreams forgotten
Sing the cotton pickin’ railroad blues