One Row at a Time

ONE ROW AT A TIME
(Red Lane - Dottie West)
« © '71 Tree Publishing, BMI »

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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