Cotton Seed Blues

When the sun go down mama, that the whole world turn red
 When the sun go down mama, that the whole world turn red
 Then my mind falls on, what my dear old mother have said
 I ain't gon' make no more cotton mama,
 now I tell you reason that I said so
 I ain't gon' make no more cotton mama,
 now I tell you reason that I said so
 I don't get nothin' out of my seeds,
 and the cotton price is so doggone low
 The boss man told me,
 "Go to the commissary, I could get anything that I need."
 The boss told me to "Go to the
 commissary" he said I could get anything that I need
 You don't have to have no money right away,
 now he say "I will take it out of your seed."
 Makin' a cotton crop mama, not just as same as shootin' dice
 Makin' a cotton crop mama, not just as same as shootin' dice
 After you work hard all the year
 round, and then cotton won't be no price
 Lord, I plowed all the summer long, and the sun would burn my skin
 Lord, I plowed all the summer long
 mama, till the sun would burn my skin
 And then cotton sold for
 twelve-and-a-half cent, you know no way that I could win