Cotton Pickin' Hands Songtext
von Johnny Cash

I′m a fair to middling man
And these are cotton pickin' hands
I′m a fair to middling man
And these are cotton pickin' hands

My woman asks for little
And nothing she demands
Except to hold these cotton pickin' hands

The bloom is white and then it′s red
Then it falls to leave a bowl instead
The leaves fall and the field is white
We pick the pods from dawn to night

I′m a fair to middling man
And these are cotton pickin' hands
I′m a fair to middling man
And these are cotton pickin' hands


My woman asks for little
And nothing she demands
Except to hold these cotton pickin′ hands

My woman cooks and sweeps the yard
And that old rug board is rough and hard
Her face is pretty though it's tanned
And I love those cotton pickin′ hands

I'm a fair to middling man
And these are cotton pickin' hands
I′m a fair to middling man
And these are cotton pickin′ hands

My woman asks for little
And nothing she demands
Except to hold these cotton pickin' hands

I′m a fair to middling man
And these are cotton pickin' hands
I′m a fair to middling man
And these are cotton pickin' hands