Lyrics: Caronte 2024 Youtube: Inoxidables Podcast Podcast go.ivoox.com/sq/2330386 The sun is sinking low on these Alabama plains, Fields of white cotton, where the blood and sweat remain. In the wooden cabins, we light the oil lamp's glow, Teaching little hands what the weary hearts know. Mama taught me letters, Daddy showed me grit, They gave me all they had, though the world gave them spit. From the fields of Alabama, where the hard times grow, I carry their lessons everywhere I go. Mama said, "Boy, learn your books, don’t let the chains bind tight, Dream beyond these fields, let your mind take flight." Daddy worked the rows till his hands turned to stone, So I’d have a roof and a place to call home. Mama taught me letters, Daddy showed me grit, They gave me all they had, though the world gave them spit. From the fields of Alabama, where the hard times grow, I carry their lessons everywhere I go. By the fire’s fading flicker, she’d read to me at night, While Daddy’s weary shadow vanished with the light. They never had much, but they gave me their pride, Taught me to hold my head high, no matter what’s inside. Now I’m walking down a road they never got to see, But their voices guide my steps, they’re still a part of me. From those cotton rows, I rose, though the struggle’s in my veins, The love they sowed will always remain. Mama taught me letters, Daddy showed me grit, They gave me all they had, though the world gave them spit. From the fields of Alabama, where the hard times grow, I carry their lessons everywhere I go. So here’s to the cabins and the lives they endured, To the love and the hope in a world so obscured. Fields of Alabama, you made me who I am, A son of the struggle, a working man.
