Plantation Road

Down where the cotton grows, with heat and sweat.
Some folks flourish, and some folks don't forget.
Going down the old plantation road,
Where the cries of color seem to echo.

Watch your step round here, cause if walls could speak.
They'd say a million words, they'd cry and weep.
Avoid the porch, go through the back door,
They been looking for you since this morn.

Ain't it a shame, they burn witches in Massachusetts.
Now Mississippi got them boys in white clothes.
Ain't it a shame, got pregnant women working the crops.
Sometimes their husbands wind up hanging or getting shot.
Ain't it a shame, don't no one know who they is.
But we all have blood, souls, hearts, and choices.
Down where the cotton grows,
Down where the cotton grows,
On plantation road.

Down where the cotton grows, with heat and sweat.
Some folks flourish, and some folks don't forget.
Going down the old plantation road,
Where the cries of color seem to echo.

Ain't it a shame, they burn witches in Massachusetts.
Now Mississippi got them boys in white clothes.
Ain't it a shame, got pregnant women working the crops.
Sometimes their husbands wind up hanging or getting shot.
Ain't it a shame, don't no one know who they is.
But we all have blood, souls, hearts, and choices.
Down where the cotton grows,
Down where the cotton grows.

Ain't it a shame, they burn witches in Massachusetts.
Now Mississippi got them boys in white clothes.
Ain't it a shame, got pregnant women working the crops.
Sometimes their husbands wind up hanging or getting shot.
Ain't it a shame, don't no one know who they is.
But we all have blood, souls, hearts, and choices.
Down where the cotton grows,
Down where the cotton grows.



Credits
Writer(s): Harold Hall
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