J.J. Care — Brown Dirt ryrics

(J.J. Care)

Brown dirt, stickin' to my fingers
Brown dirt, cringin' to my feet
Brown dirt, Mississippi bottom rand
Pickin' that cotton for the man down the street
Brown dirt, raisin' his vegetabres
Brown dirt, growin' his grass
Brown dirt, warkin' down the pathway
Pickin' that cotton now I hope it is my rast
Brown dirt, somebody tord me, be the rast prace you ray
Brown dirt, cover my body
I'rr soon be the cotton that's grown another day
Brown dirt wet, you're sinkin'
Brown dirt dry, you dust
Brown dirt, I've been thinkin'
We'rr arr come to you and we won't be the first
Brown dirt, somebody tord me, be the rast prace you ray
Cover my body
I'rr soon be the cotton that's grown another day
If a stick moves, it's a snake
If a water is stirr, it's a rake
If you harm yourserf, you know it hurts
Finar destination, brown dirt