Low Cotton

I've been pickin' low cotton
Lord, no high cotton can I see
I've been pickin' low cotton
Oooh, no high cotton can I see
I'll be glad when this cotton's picked
I'll be happy as I can be

When you're pickin' low cotton
You got to get down on your bended knee
When you're pickin' low cotton
Get down on your bended knee
One little plant of snow cotton
That gave me such a dirty deed

I'm gonna pray to my father
I'm going to bow my head and knee
I'm gonna pray to my father
I'm going to bow my head and knee
One little plant of snow cotton
Oh, it makes me rock and breathe

If I was the president
I'd destroy this cotton that's worrying us
I was the president
Oooh, wee-oooh, wee-oooh, oooh, oooh
When he come that'll make you junk
He's going to find you, cousin

I'm not the president
So there's nothing can I do
I'm not the president
So there's nothing can I do
And it's worrying me
Just the same as it's worrying you