(Curly Putman)
I never was great at pickin` cotton
But Lord I always carried all my rows
There were those who could pick it clean or better
But didn`t I pick my cotton with a lot of soul.
I`d go hmm with feeling
I`d go hmm with soul
I`d say hmm with meaning
Yeah, I sang my songs of life with a lot of soul.
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I never was great at words so fancy
Oh but my woman knew I loved her so
There were those who could give her more and better
But didn`t I loved that woman with a lot of soul.
I`d go hmm with feeling
I`d go hmm with soul
I`d go hmm with meaning
But Lord, I love that woman with a lot of soul.
--- Instrumental ---
When I leave this life I`ll be forgotten
Cause I never made big tracks upon its roads
Things I`ve done will never last forever
But didn`t I do it all with a lot of soul.
I`d go hmm with feeling
I`d go hmm with soul...