Текст песни: Cotton Pickin' Hands + перевод

I’m a fair to middling man

And these are cotton pickin' hands

I’m a fair to middling man

And these are cotton pickin' hands

My woman asks for little

And nothing she demands

Except to hold these cotton pickin' hands

The bloom is white and then it’s red

Then it falls to leave a bowl instead

The leaves fall and the field is white

We pick the pods from dawn to night

I’m a fair to middling man

And these are cotton pickin' hands

I’m a fair to middling man

And these are cotton pickin' hands

My woman asks for little

And nothing she demands

Except to hold these cotton pickin' hands

My woman cooks and sweeps the yard

And that old rug board is rough and hard

Her face is pretty though it’s tanned

And I love those cotton pickin' hands

I’m a fair to middling man

And these are cotton pickin' hands

I’m a fair to middling man

And these are cotton pickin' hands

My woman asks for little

And nothing she demands

Except to hold these cotton pickin' hands

I’m a fair to middling man

And these are cotton pickin' hands

I’m a fair to middling man And these are cotton pickin' hands

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