Me and my brother can
Pick a bale of cotton
Me and my brother can
Pick a bale a day
Me and my brother can
Pick a bale of cotton
Me and my brother can
Pick a bale a day
If you say so.
Well, he was just 18, proud and brave,
But a yankee laid him in his grave.
I swear by the blood below my feet,
You can't raise the Caine back up.
When it's in defeat.
The night they drove Old Dixie down.
And all the bells were ringin'.
The night they drove Old Dixie down.
And all the people were singin'.
They went naaaaaa, na-na-na-na-naaaaaa
Na-na, na-na, na-na-na-na-naaaaaa.
Me and my cousin can
Pick a bale of cotton
Me and my cousin can
Pick a bale a day
Me and my cousin can
Pick a bale of cotton
Me and my cousin can
Pick a bale a day
Me and my Daddy can
Pick a bale of cotton
Me and my Daddy can
Pick a bale a day
Me and my Daddy can
Pick a bale of cotton
Me and my Daddy can
Pick a bale a day
Me and my Momma can
Pick a bale of cotton
Me and my Momma can
Pick a bale a day
Me and my Momma can
Pick a bale of cotton
Me and my Momma can
Pick a bale a day
Me and my Granny can
Pick a bale of cotton
Me and my Granny can
Pick a bale a day
Me and my Granny can
Pick a bale of cotton
Me and my Granny can
Pick a bale a day
