Brown Dirt — текст песни (J. J. Cale)

Brown dirt, stickin to my fingers

Brown dirt, clingin to my feet

Brown dirt, mississippi bottom land

Pickin that cotton for the man down the street

Brown dirt, raisin his vegetables

Brown dirt, growin his grass

Brown dirt, walkin down the pathway

Pickin that cotton now I hope it is my last

Brown dirt, somebody told me, be the last place you lay

Brown dirt, cover my body

Ill soon be the cotton thats grown another day

Brown dirt wet, youre sinkin

Brown dirt dry, you dust

Brown dirt, Ive been thinkin

Well all come to you and we wont be the first

Brown dirt, somebody told me, be the last place you lay

Cover my body

Ill soon be the cotton thats grown another day

If a stick moves, its a snake

If a water is still, its a lake

If you harm yourself, you know it hurts

Final destination, brown dirt