Songtext von 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 I'll 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'll all come to you and we won't be the first Brown dirt, somebody told me, Be the last place you lay Cover my body I'll soon be the cotton that's grown another day If a stick moves, it's a snake If a water is still, it's a lake If you harm yourself, you know it hurts Final destination, brown dirt