I remember when Granny used to gather us kids around
Tell us stories about her younger years
You see times were hard, days were long and sweat would pour down out in them cotton fields
We were pour but we didn't know better
Work all day no matter the weather
Hoeing rows of cotton till the sun goes down
Heat on our backs just working the grounds
Picking and pulling and singing
Picking and pulling and singing
When your'e picking cotton your'e not working by the hour
Going row to row is how you make your bread and butter
We would pick and pull till we got to the end
Get up the next day, start all over again
Picking and pulling and singing
Picking and pulling and singing
Picking and pulling and singing
Picking and pulling and singing
To keep each other going cause we just can't quit
We all sing a song and it goes like this
Sweating all day in the Texas sun
Work till dark but we never get done
Sweating all day in the Texas sun
Work till dark but we never get done
Picking and pulling and singing
Picking and pulling and singing
Picking and pulling and singing
Picking and pulling and singing