Cotton Patch Blues Songtext
von Bob Wills and His Texas Playboys

Sittin′ on this plow daydreamin'
Thinkin′ of the weeks to come
Old cotton patch is hot; can't think of a worse spot
To be on a hot summer day
Next week I will get my hoe down
And I'll hit the field at break of day
That will be so sad; my feet will hurt so bad
When I chop the cotton all the day


Mules been a-balkin′; they′re tired of walkin'
Up and down the cotton rows so straight
They should pull their best, ′cause soon they'll get to rest
They won′t have very long to wait
And when the pickin' starts this fall
I′ll need my cotton sack, that's all
My back will nearly break, from draggin' all this weight
When I start to pickin′ cotton, this fall

Mules been a-balkin′; they're tired of walkin′
Up and down the cotton rows so straight
They should pull their best, 'cause soon they′ll get to rest
They won't have very long to wait
And when the pickin′ starts this fall
I'll need my cotton sack, that's all
My back will nearly break, from pullin′ all this weight
When I start to pickin′ cotton, this fall. Oh me!