Текст песни: Pickin and Pluckin + перевод

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

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