One Row at a Time

ONE ROW AT A TIME
(Red Lane - Dottie West)
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The southeast Georgia red clay dust is groundin' to my blue jeans
A heavy hundred pound cotton sack a draggin' long behind
Wanting to leave this place so bad I forgotten how I got here
Workin' my way back home one row at a time
It's along old cotton row between here and Waco
Then three days of bummin' to that California line
And two more days of pickin' to that house just south of Fresno
Workin' my way back home one row at a time
Mississippi delta mud is caked in layers of my brogans
Sunshine on snow white cotton nearly makes me blind
I can almost see 'em now the homefolks runnin' out to meet me
Workin' my way back home one row at a time
It's along old cotton row between here and Waco
then three days of bummin' to that California line,,Lord,Lord
and two more days of pickin' to that house just south of Fresno
Workin' my way back home one row at a time
yeah I'm workin' my way back home one row at a time

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The river whispers in my ear I've hardly a penny to my name The heavens have never seemed so near All my body glows with flame. The tempest struggles in the air And to myself

Вот уже и не слышны В тишине шаги твои Словно не было весны Словно не было любви Взгляд при встрече отведу И пускай щемит в груди Я к тебе не подойду Я к тебе не подойду И ты

Well I walked from my house to yours In a warm cold April rain We barely went outdoors And your family took the blame Take time to be with you She can only glare I’m a

Go on and take her it ain't no surprice boy I knew that someday it had to come Just let me offer a word to the wise boy Oh take a good look

Сонячна Бразілія, золоті піски, Влізла анакондою в душу назавжди, Поскакав бим мавпою до твого тепла, Жив бим з Амазонкою, смажив кабана. Повний мішок задоволення просто від жизні за так, Щастям по тілу з мурашками шоб