I will never forget the day the law come take my grandpa away
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The family lived on sugar hill making, making liquor in a moonshine still
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Uncle Bill said, Grandpa you better run, High Sheriff is coming with a posse and a gun
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Grandpa didn't want to go to jail; he took off a running down the Cumberland Trail
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They said, Hey Hey, I better get my britches on the high sheriffs come and to take me to town
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Hey Hey, I better get a move on, I better get a move on down
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[CHORUS:]
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You can't pick cotton if the fields ain't white
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You can't stay sober on a Saturday night
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You can't go courting if you get too old
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You can't go driving if the wheels won't roll
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Greenback money make the wheels go round
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I'm gonna play my fiddle'til the sun goes down
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Two weeks later he was back in town in a Cadillac car with the top rolled down
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Girls in the front, girls in the back, whiskey in the jug, and money in the sack
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Sitting in the backseat, jumping like a frog, crazy like a possum putting on a dog
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New suit new hat twinkle in his eye, playing on his fiddle for the people passing by
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He said, Hey Hey, give me a drink of water the sun is getting hotter and I think I'm getting dry
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Hey Hey, doing what I ought-ta now, telling you the reason whya¢æ|
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[CHORUS]
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Do you remember a long time ago?
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Devil worked a man named Cotton-Eyed Joe
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Devil worked a man named Cotton-Eyed Joe
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Down in the __ fields down below
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Everybody talking about Cotton-Eyed Joe
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Everybody talking about Cotton-Eyed Joe
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[CHORUS]
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You Can't Pick Cotton
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| The Charlie Daniels Band |
