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Only friend I’ve ever had Was my dear ole slave dad He told me once, think about your future Forget about the south’s criminal past Cotton pickin’ and turnin’ plow, on a plantation field He never once saw the money that it did yield Big boss said, he almost cleared the books Plantation bosses are the real crooks Daddy gave them a fistful, got a spoonful in return.
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Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 5:42 AM UTC
Cotton Pickin’
Only friend I’ve ever had Was my dear ole slave dad He told me once, think about your future Forget about the south’s criminal past Cotton pickin’ and turnin’ plow, on a plantation field He never once saw the money that it did yield Big boss said, he almost cleared the books Plantation bosses are the real crooks Daddy gave them a fistful, got a spoonful in return.
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Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 5:42 AM UTC
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