Текст, перевод и аккорды “Brown Dirt”
- Brown dirt, stickin to my fingers Brown dirt, clingin to my feet Brown dirt, mississippi bottom land Pickin that cotton for the man down the street Brown dirt, raisin his vegetables Brown dirt, growin his grass Brown dirt, walkin down the pathway Pickin that cotton now I hope it is my last Brown dirt, somebody told me, be the last place you lay Brown dirt, cover my body Ill soon be the cotton thats grown another day Brown dirt wet, youre sinkin Brown dirt dry, you dust Brown dirt, Ive been thinkin Well all come to you and we wont be the first Brown dirt, somebody told me, be the last place you lay Cover my body Ill soon be the cotton thats grown another day If a stick moves, its a snake If a water is still, its a lake If you harm yourself, you know it hurts Final destination, brown dirt
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