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Theres a black wind blowing in the cotton field
Honey
Theres a black wind blowing in the cotton field
Baby
Theres a black wind blowing in the cotton field
And O how funny it makes me feel,
Baby, sweet thing, darling
Theres a long black cloud a hanging in the sky
Honey
Theres a long black cloud a hanging in the sky
Baby
Theres a long black cloud a hanging in the sky
Weathers gonna break and hells gonna fly
Baby, sweet thing, darling
Cottons pretty thin yonder on the hill
Honey
Cottons pretty thin yonder on the hill
Baby
Cottons pretty thin yonder on the hill
Wont clear a greenback dollar bill
Baby, sweet thing, darling
Work shade and back to the buzzard wing
Honey
Work shade and back to the buzzard wing
Baby
Work shade and back to the buzzard wing
Clouds are gonna bust and cry down rain
Baby, sweet thing, darling