We didn't know the times were lean,
around our house the grass was green, it didn't seem like things were all that bad.
I bet we walked a thousand miles
Shopping cotton and pushing plows
An d learning how to give it all we had
As life went on and years went by
They kept us warm and kept us fed
And taught us how to look ahead
Now looking back I understand
We were walking in high cotton
Old times that are not forgotten
Those fertile fields are never far away
We were walking in high cotton
Old times that are not forgotten
Leaving home was the hardest thing
Sunday mornings rolled around
We dressed up in hand -me -downs
Just in time together with the church
Sometimes I think how long it's been
And how it impressed me then
We were walking in high cotton, old times there are not forgotten,
those fertile fields are never far away.
We were walking in high cotton, old times there are not forgotten,
leaving home was the hardest thing we ever faced.
We were walking in high cotton, old times there are not forgotten,
those fertile fields are never far away.
We were walking in high cotton, old times there are not forgotten,
leaving home was the hardest thing he ever faced.
We were walking in hot cotton, old times there are not forgotten,
those further fields are never far away.
We were walking in hot cotton, old times there are not forgotten,
leaving home was the hardest thing we ever faced.
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