《The Frozen Four-Hundred-Pound Fair-to-Middlin' Cotton Picker》LRC歌词下载

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Johnny Cash
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Johnny Cash
[00:00.00] I left  the field one evening, my fingers so cold and sore
[00:13.02]From fair to middlin' cotton, three hundred pounds or more
[00:21.75]Jim McCann was still pickin' straddle in the  row
[00:29.85]The sun began to sinkin' and  the wind began to blow
[00:38.16]He was bound to get four hundred, a draggin' a twelve foot sack
[00:46.44]I hollered out, "Jim, come weight it"  but I only saw his back
[00:54.93]So I went on home to supper  and I gathered around my kin
[01:03.36]I was thinkin' of Jim out there pickin', with  winter settin' in
[01:15.84]Next morning the air was freezin', the  snow was nine feet deep
[01:24.18]I jerked on my long red handles  and I left my kids asleep
[01:32.64]I got myself a shovel  and went to where I seen Jim go
[01:40.92]And commenced to a diggin' for him  at the other end of his row
[01:49.38]I found his body frozen  and I took him  in to thaw
[01:57.66]I dragged in his sack and I weighed it  and I added Jim's marks that I saw
[02:06.06]The total was over four hundred  so he'd picked more than he'd bet
[02:14.43]Of fair to middlin' cotton, but Jim  ain't thawed out yet