Winnsboro Cotton Mill Blues

Old man Sergeant, sitting at the desk
The damned ol' fool wont give us no rest
He'd take the nickels off a dead man's eyes
To buy Coca-Colas, Eskimo Pies

Got the blues
Got the blues
I got the Winnsboro Cotton Mill blues
Oh, good Lordy, spoolin's hard
But you know and I know, we don't have to tell
You work for Tom Watson, got to work like hell

When I die don't bury me at all
Hang me up on the spool house wall
Place a bobbin in my hand
So I can keep workin' in the promised land

Got the blues
Got the blues
I got the Winnsboro Cotton Mill blues
Oh, good Lordy, spoolin's hard
But you know and I know, there's no need to tell
You work for Tom Watson, got to work like hell

Old man Sergeant, sitting at the desk
The damned ol' fool wont give us no rest
He'd take the nickels off a dead man's eyes
To buy Coca-Colas, Eskimo Pies

Got the blues
Got the blues
I got the Winnsboro Cotton Mill blues
Oh, good Lordy, spoolin's hard
But you know and I know, we don't have to tell
You work for Tom Watson, got to work like hell



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Writer(s): Frederic Rzewski
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