Oh pick that cotton, tow the line, Oh Lord Oh Lord, do you see me cry Oh fingers bled, wrap em tight, must pick this cotton til dark O night, Oh pick that cotton, tow the line, Oh Lord Oh Lord, do you see me cry Oh fingers bled, wrap em tight, must pick this cotton til dark O night, But when that sun is gone to bed, Watch me Lord, when we be fed, then let the music here be heard, Sing Sing O Lord your words Strum that banjo, dance and sing, who’s that doing the fiddling, Beat that washboard, strike that drum, Sing to Jesus, everyone! The big house is quiet, all’s gone to bed, we too are tired, but sing in our heads, Thank you Jesus, we know you’re there, Praise to Jesus, for Jesus cares… The dawn is breaking, time to go, pick that cotton, woe Oh woe, Oh pick that cotton, tow the line, Oh Lord Oh Lord, do you see me cry Oh fingers bled, wrap em tight, must pick this cotton til dark O night, Oh pick that cotton, tow the line, Oh Lord Oh Lord, do you see me cry Oh fingers bled, wrap em tight, must pick this cotton til dark O night, Woe Oh Woe, Lord see us cry, keep us Lord, in your sight, sing Lord with us, Let em treat us right, Oh Lord Oh Lord, do you see us cry? Another day is put to bed, Watch us Lord as we be fed, then grab that banjo, fiddle us home, O sweet sweet Chariot, take us home… Oh pick that cotton, tow the line, Oh Lord Oh Lord, do you see me cry Oh fingers bled, wrap em tight, must pick this cotton til dark O night, yea quickly come O dark O night… Oh pick that cotton, tow the line, Oh Lord Oh Lord, do you see me cry Oh fingers bled, wrap em tight, must pick this cotton til dark O night…
