



Chorus: E I never picked cotton A E A E like my mother did and my brother did A E and my sister did A and my daddy died young E in a coal mine F When I was just a baby too little for the cotton sack I played in the dirt while the others worked til they couldnʼt straighten their backs F# and I made my self a promise when I was old enough to run that Iʼd never stay a single day in that Oaklahoma sun And I... Chorus. F Folks said that I grew up early and the farm couldnʼt hold me then so I stole ten bucks and a pick up truck and I never went back again F# and it was fast cars and wiskey long legged girls and fun I had everything that money could bring and I took it all with a gun And I... Chorus. F It was Saturday night in Memphis when a redneck grabbed my shirt and he said go back to your cotton sack I left him lyin in the dirt F# and theyʼll take me in the morning to the gallows just outside and in the time Iʼve got their aint a hell of a lot I can look back on with pride But I... Chorus. x2