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

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