Sundown

歌詞

Down in the cotton row, pickin in the sun Whishin to the Lord that the day was done Sack gettin heavy, Sun gettin hot I'm whishin for a little what the boss has got A dipper a-water, fresh from the well A patch a-shade to sit for a spell Down in the cotton row, bendin low Think I'm goin where cotton don't grow Get a-way from here. Get a-way. Get a-way Hurry, hurry, thru the long long days And a fightin the knats from outa my face Boss he says, when the crop's all in Don't owe us nothin, but we owes him When we pays him off at 40 percent Our share a the cotton done came and went We's livin in slavery, but a-thinkin free Goin to find us a better place to be Get a-way from here. Get a-way. Get a-way Down in the cotton row, snappin bolls Nothin to show but shoes full-a holes Bollies get tin thin -- everyday less Can't even earn me a cotton dress See the little kids up and down that row Mean old chilly wind a-startin to blow Rags is a-flappin like an old scarecrow Winter's comin and we just gotta go Get a-way from here. Get a-way. Get a-way Travelin North, snow is a-blowin Travelin South, more cotton growin Travelin East, same old thing Pickin in the fall and a-choppin in the spring Travelin West, ain't nothin worse All them Okies got there first Season's slack, work's all done Told us all, get on back home Get a-way from here. Get a-way. Get a-way Back in cottonland, livin in a tent Car broke down, and money spent Preacher says pray for your lives Union man says "Organize" Well the very first meetin we did call Them bullets came through the churchhouse wall Planters don't 'llow no Union here Machine gun's speak in it mighty clear Get a-way from here. Get a-way. Get a-way They shot my brother, they jailed my man Run my family off the land But one thing sure we ain't alone So we keep on hangin' on No more croppin', just work in , by the day Kids don't eat when their Daddy's away So here I am with a goddam hoe Thinkin' I'm goin' where cotton don't grow Get a-way from here. Get a-way. Get a-way This old cotton row looks seven miles long Seven verses to this song I pick up my hoe and I start to chop And I know this ain't the bosses crop Belongs to the people that works this ground And we don't need no boss around If we can use a hoe, we can use a gun Now, boss, it's time for you to run Get a-way from here. Get a-way. Get a-way