Cotton Pickin' Hands Songtext

-Solo- Refrain: I'm a fair to middlin' man and these are cotton pickin' hands I'm a fair to middlin' man and these are cotton pickin' hands My woman asked for a little and nothing she demands Except to hold these cotton pickin' hands The bloom is white and then it's red Then it falls to leave the boll instead The leaves fall and the field is white We picked the pots. from dawn to night Refrain: -Solo- My woman cooks and sweeps the yard And that old rough board's rough and hard Her face is pretty, though it's tanned And I love those cotton pickin' hands Refrain 2x