High Cotton
We didn't know the times were lean
Around our house the grass was green
It didn't seem like things were all that bad
Well, I bet we walked a thousand miles
Choppin' cotton and pushing plows
And learnin' how to give it all we had
As life went on and years went by
I saw the light in daddy's eye
And felt the love in mamma's hands
They kept us warm and they kept us fed
Taught us how to look ahead
Now lookin' back I understand
We were walkin' in high cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Those fertile fields are never far away
We were walkin' in high cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced
When Sunday mornings rolled around
We dressed up hand-me-downs
Just in time to gather with the church
Sometimes I think how long it's been
And how it impressed me then
It was the only day my daddy wouldn't work
We were walkin' in high cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Those fertile fields are never far away
We were walkin' in high cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced
We were walkin' in high cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Those fertile fields are never far away
We were walkin' in high cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced
Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced
We were walkin' in high cotton
No place like home
Around our house the grass was green
It didn't seem like things were all that bad
Well, I bet we walked a thousand miles
Choppin' cotton and pushing plows
And learnin' how to give it all we had
As life went on and years went by
I saw the light in daddy's eye
And felt the love in mamma's hands
They kept us warm and they kept us fed
Taught us how to look ahead
Now lookin' back I understand
We were walkin' in high cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Those fertile fields are never far away
We were walkin' in high cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced
When Sunday mornings rolled around
We dressed up hand-me-downs
Just in time to gather with the church
Sometimes I think how long it's been
And how it impressed me then
It was the only day my daddy wouldn't work
We were walkin' in high cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Those fertile fields are never far away
We were walkin' in high cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced
We were walkin' in high cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Those fertile fields are never far away
We were walkin' in high cotton
Old times there are not forgotten
Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced
Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced
We were walkin' in high cotton
No place like home
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Writer(s): Roger Murrah, Scott Anders
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