Song from a Cotton Field - Bessie Brown/Bing Crosby (本·考斯比)

Hey hee hi ho pickin' cotton all day

Hey hee hi ho just a pickin' away

White folks knows I'm workin'

They knows gon' be no shirkin'

Hee hi ho I knows I'll get my pay

Ain't no use kickin' 'cause I'll be pickin'

Till all my children is grown

Then I'll shuffle and skip and scuffle

To have a field of my own

All my life I've been makin' it

All my life white folks takin' it

This old heart they's just breakin' it

Ain't got a thing to show for what I done done

But things get brighter; loads get lighter

I'll keep a pluckin' away

Sing my song like I'm happy and gay

All day

Just tell the world for me: My soul's done set me free

That's the song I'll sing till they put me under the clay

Oh chil'en stop your grumblin'

Oh that's a block for stumblin'

Just keep on workin' and praisin'

You'll see that you'll conquer someday

Ain't no use kickin' I'll be pickin'

Till all my children is grown

And I'll shuffle and skip and scuffle

To have a field of my own

All my life I've been makin' it

All my life white folks takin' it

This old heart they's just breakin' it

Ain't got a thing to show for what I done done

But things get brighter; loads get lighter

I'll keep a pluckin' away

Sing my song like I'm happy and gay

All day

Just tell the world for me: My soul's done set me free

That's the song I'll sing till they put me under the clay