Cotton Lyrics - The Loving Kind - Nanci Griffith

Oh, my family grew cotton and cotton was all we knew 

Butter came from butter beans and it all went in a stew 

We lived off our victory garden and the neighbors did so too 

Some years the dust was so ruthless, this cotton was all we grew 

When there's no more cane on the grasses 

And the oil is gone in the gulf 

When the wells are dry on the flatlands 

Cotton's all we got, cotton's all we got 

In the days before the power lines when L B J taught school 

We dreamed of a fairer nation and promised to change the rules 

To build a great society and all the folks in the same room 

Fighting a war on poverty and taking us to the moon 

When there's no more cane on the grasses 

And the oil is gone in the gulf 

When the wells run dry on the flatlands 

Cotton's all we got, oh cotton's all we got 

Then the wind will feed the power lines where once it was dust that blew 

All along the Chisholm Trail where cotton's all we knew 

When there's no more cane on the grasses 

And the oil is gone in the gulf 

When the wells are dry on the flatlands 

Cotton's all we got, oh cotton's all we got 

Cotton's all we got