Cotton Mill Man

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I was born in the shadow of a 
cotton mill smokestack, down in an 
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Alabama bottom land.
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Where my Grandpappy broke his 
back, pullin’ on a cotton sack, to 
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raise my Pa to be a cotton mill man.
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I got a lot of memories of 
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government commodities, -------- 
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when all our meat came in a can.
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While the boss man on the hill 
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cut a steak and ate his fill, 
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called upon to clean his grill, a 
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cotton mill man


[Chorus]

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Lord, don’t let my son grow up to 
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be a sweaty cotton mill man.


[Verse 2]

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I grew up in the gloom of a cotton
 mill weave room, with weaver’s glue
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 and calluses all over my hands
C
I didn’t have a honeymoon, couldn’t 
leave my cotton loom
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I swore my son would never be a 
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cotton mill man

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E|wat| ched my woman cry, when 
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E|our baby daughter died, -----  I 

couldn’t make her understand 

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Why the doctor never came, the lack 
of money was the blame,
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I cursed the day that I became a 
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cotton mill man.

[Repeat Chorus]

F                  G              
Lord, don’t let my son grow up to 
F           G           C
be a sweaty cotton mill man.


[Verse 3]

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The company taught us all the rules,
 on how to work their spinning 
spools
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So the boss’s son could drive a big
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 black sedan
C
The company owned the houses and the
 company owned the grammar schools
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It’s hard to be an educated cotton 
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mill man
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They figure you don’t need to 
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learn, anything but how to earn, 
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the money that you pay upon demand
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To the general store they own or 
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else they take away your home
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And give it to some other homeless 
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cotton mill man


[Repeat Chorus]

F                  G              
Lord, don’t let my son grow up to 
F           G           C
be a sweaty cotton mill man.


[Repeat Chorus]

F                  G              
Lord, don’t let my son grow up to 
F           G           C
be a sweaty cotton mill man.