Cotton Picking Blues

Cotton Picking Blues performed by Son Seals
 The little bee sucks the blossom; the big bee makes the honey
 I do all the hard work but my boss, he takes all the money
 That's why I've got to leave this country, boy,
 And go to some big town
 You know I've got to leave this country, boy
 Lord knows that I've got to put it down
 I chopped cotton all the summer, and picked cotton all the fall
 Then I jumped up on that old tractor and cut stalks just like a dog
 That's why I've got to leave this country, boy,
 Lord, and go to some big town
 You know I've got to leave this country, boy
 Lord knows I've got to put it down
 I walked up to my boss man and asked him for my pay
 He said "You ain't got nothing coming, son"
 And then he run poor me away
 That's why I've got to leave this country, boy,
 Lord, and go to some big town
 You know I've got to leave this country, boy
 Lord knows that I've got to put it down