letra de cotton bolls - killdozer
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when i was just my poppa’s son
he would beat me in the head with the b-tt of a gun
it was just about a mile or so
down from where the corncobs grow
’cause when the cotton bolls get rotten
you can’t pick a whole lot of cotton
when i was a lad i polished my wood
poppa caught me in the barn, he whupped me good
well that was down in louisiana
just about a mile from texarkana
poppa got himself run down by a train
i shot him in the gut to end his pain
’cause when them cotton bolls get rotten
certain things get left forgotten
back down home i didn’t get much meat to eat
but the good ol’ boys always got me to beat
when i was just my poppa’s son
he would beat me in my noggin with the b-tt of a gun
(he won’t do that no more)
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