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Thu, 24.09.2009

LONG COTTON ROW by Elma Stuckey.

Lord, don’t let that sun
On long cotton row,
Look like I done chopped
’til I can’t chop no mo’.

Shoo that sun over there
Right behind that cloud,
Then when breeze come ‘long
I might be proud.

Tha’ll make the day mo’ easy,
Won’t seem so long getting’ through,
And if I ain’t too broken down
I’ll sho be praisin’ You,
That’s if I ain’t too broken down…

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