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Martin Gilmore

Green Cotton

(Martin Gilmore Timtomtodd music, ASCAP))

You can see him plow the fields from early spring ‘til fall
Forty years he’s been here, never stopped at all
But age is a funny thing; it’ll catch up in time
And he can’t plow quite so long down that never ending line

Chorus

Behind the plow he thinks about the early days of his life
The youthful trance of a sweet romance in the starry
southern night
Stopping for a second, he heaves a heavy sigh
And the green cotton, and the green cotton, and the green
cotton starts to dry

He’s walked a thousand miles but never been anywhere
But back and forth across the fields in the sultry southern air
And on the road beside his home, the world’s passed him by
And he knows that he’s grown old and hangs his head to cry.

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