Cotton Fields

Now the party's over and the money's all gone
You remember feeling like Jesus' son, uh-huh, uh-huh
Now your girl has left your side
And now you're gonna get crucified, uh-huh, uh-huh

They're gonna crucify you, crucify you
Gonna crucify you, crucify you

In those old cotton fields back home
Back home

Too late to joke or crack a smile
You gotta carry that shit up that drunken mile, uh-huh, uh-huh
When they put the electrodes in your brain
Even your mother won't know you're sane, uh-huh, uh-huh
First Lord Nelson's sunken ships
Now Steve Lillywhite's drunken mix, uh-huh, uh-huh

They're gonna crucify you, crucify you
Crucify you, crucify you

In those old cotton fields back home (cotton fields
Back home (cotton fields
Back home (cotton fields
Back home
Back home (cotton fields)

In those old cotton fields back home
Back home
Back home
Back home

In those old cotton fields back home
Back home (cotton fields, cotton fields)
Back home (cotton fields, cotton fields)
Back home (cotton fields, cotton fields)

In those old cotton fields back home
Back home
Back home
Back home

In those old cotton fields back home
Back home
Back home
Back home
In those old cotton fields back home (cotton fields, cotton fields)
Back home



Credits
Writer(s): Shane Patrick Lysaght Mac-gowan
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