MEMORIES of cotton picking days
picked along with men and women
all over the South
people of all colors
fourteen footer dragged behind
filled with cotton
picked from each boll
start when you’re old enough
to hold a sack
sang in harmony
as we picked
infant scooting behind
too small to pick
“cotton on the roadside
cotton in the ditch
we all picked cotton
but we never got rich”
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photo from SMU Degolyer Library
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