Dixie - Sam Baker

Daddy hoes the cotton like I do

Daddy picked the cotton by hand

He used to come home hot and dirty

Told me how he hated black land

Told me how he hated black land

One day he just walked away

Walked down the road

Kicking up dust

Right in the middle of the day

Walked down the road kicking up dust

Left me and momma that way

Somebody help me sing hallelujah

Somebody help me sing hey hoe hard

Somebody help me sing that’s enough cotton

Somebody help me sing praise the lord

You see, Momma cleaned house for the white folk

Man our house was a mess

But we had food

We had shoes

Had it better than most I guess

She had sister back in 40

When she married a man named Teal

The high blood took her back in 53

She’s buried on the side of the hill

With the coloreds on the side of the hill

You see back then that was the deal

Somebody help me sing hallelujah

Somebody help me sing hey hoe hard

Somebody help me sing that’s enough cotton

Somebody help me sing praise the lord

I’ve got rows of cotton in the morning

I’ve got rows of cotton till night

I walk these rows with a hoe in my hand

Hoe for the rest of my life

I’ll hoe for the rest of my life

I’ll hoe for the rest of my life

Daddy hoes the cotton like I do

Daddy picked the cotton by hand

He used to come home hot and dirty

He told me how he hated black land

He used to come home hot and dirty

He told me how he hated black land

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