Gary & Vera Aspey must've recorded this 20 or so yrs ago, there's one word in the first verse I'm not sure of, if anyone would correct it I'd be greatfull.

King Cotton (no credit as to Trad or copyright)

See how the lint flies over the morning
See how the smoke in the valley clings
See how the (slateure? maybe slate roof reference) shines in the drizzle
This is the valley where cotton is king

See how the houses cling to the hillside
Hear how the streets of children sing
Wait till the scream of the factory whistle
This is the valley where cotton is king

See how the hunger eats at the faces
The ragged clothes to the flesh does cling
Dust in the lungs & the bodies twisted
This is the valley where cotton is king

Sleep is washed from the broken faces
Morning clogs on the cobbles ring
Off to the mills the weavers hurry
This is the valley where cotton is king

Work all day to the looms' hard rhythm
Scrabble & toil till your tired bones sing
Crawl back home as the gas light flickers
This is the valley where cotton is king

This is the land where children labor
Where life & death mean the self same thing
Where many must work that few might prosper
This is the valley where cotton is king

If anyone could give more info or backround on this I'd be oh so happy. I'm sorry I don't know how to put down the music. Thanks, Barry