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COTTON MILL MAN (Written by Langston) Jim and Jesse I was born in the shadow Of a cotton mill smoke stack Down in Alabama's bottom land Where my grand pappy broke his back Pullin' on a cotton sack To raise my pa to be a cotton mill man I've got lots of memories Government commodities Probably need payment again While the boss man on the hill Bought his stake and then the field Called up on to clean his mill The cotton mill man Lord don't let my son grow up To be a sweaty cotton mill man I grew up in the gloom Of a cotton mill weave room With weaver's gluin' calluses All over my hands I didn't have a honeymoon I couldn't leave my cotton loom I swore my son would never Be a cotton mill man I watched my woman cry When our baby daughter died Why the doctor never came We lacked the money but the fame And I cussed the day I became a cotton mill man Lord, don't let my son grow up To be a sweaty cotton mill man The company taught us all the rules On how to work with spinnin' spools So the bosses son could drive a big black sedan The company owned the houses And the company owned the grammar school You'll never see an educated cotton mill man They figure you don't need to learn Anything without you earn The money that you pay a phone ammends To the general store they own Or else they'll take away your home And give it to some other only cotton mill man Lord, don't let my son grow up To be a sweaty cotton mill man Lord, don't let my son grow up To be a sweaty cotton mill man (Transcribed by Carlene Bogle - 2002)

    


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