, we're going to hell, to hell. Odd jobs and cottoncandy all my devils treat me, so well. Take me away. Seems like you wash your face with milk and honey. And everything beside you feels like a chore
Sandman's comin', yes, he's comin'. To sprinkle you with sand. He'll say, "One, two, three". And you'll be in cottoncandy land Sandman's comin', yes, he's comin'. He'll take you by the hand
When I was a little bitty baby,. My momma would rock me in a cradle,. In them o-o-old cotton fields back home. Well it was down in Louisiana,. Just about a mile from Texarkana,. In them o-o-old
Bai hat Cotton - Nanci Griffith. Oh, my family grew cotton and cotton was all we knew. Butter came from butter beans and it all went in a stew. We lived off our victory garden and the neighbors did