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Johnny Cash

Genres: Rock

The Frozen Four Hundred Pound Fair To Middlin' Cotton Picker Lyrics - Johnny Cash

I left the field one evening, my fingers so cold and sore 

From fair to middlin' cotton, three hundred pounds or more 

Jim McCann was still pickin' straddle in the row 

The sun began to sinkin' and the wind began to blow 

 

He was bound to get four hundred, a draggin' a twelve foot sack 

I hollered out, "Jim, come weight it" but I only saw his back 

So I went on home to supper and I gathered around my kin 

I was thinkin' of Jim out there pickin', with winter settin' in 

 

Next morning the air was freezin', the snow was nine feet deep 

I jerked on my long red handles and I left my kids asleep 

I got myself a shovel and went to where I seen Jim go 

And commenced to a diggin' for him at the other end of his row 

 

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I found his body frozen and I took him in to thaw 

I dragged in his sack and I weighed it and I added Jim's marks that I saw 

The total was over four hundred so he'd picked more than he'd bet 

Of fair to middlin' cotton, but Jim ain't thawed out yet 

 

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