[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, bu