T'was back in the day

[Verse 1 : slow and steady] Down in them cotton fields, where the sun it burns so bright, Knee grows toil, soil grips dreams tight. Hands reach out, in the morning's early light, Pickin' cotton, from dawn 'til night. [Chorus : beats picking up] Rows stretch far, like a quilt in the southern sky, Bolls picked clean, under a weary sigh. Knees bend low, where hopes and blues collide, In them cotton fields, where our dreams abide. [Verse 2 : slows down] In the sweltering day, 'neath the moon's soft glow, Sweat and songs, as the hours flow. Seasons change, with the ebb and tide, In them cotton fields, where blues and dreams collide.