The southeast Georgia red clay dust is groundin' to my blue jeans
A heavy hundred pound cotton sack a draggin' long behind
Wanting believe this place so bad I forgot it how I got here
Workin' my way back home one row at a time
It's along old cotton road between here and Vaco
Than three days of b**min' through that California line
And two more days of pickin' to that house just south of Fresno
Workin' my way back home one row at a time
Mississippi delta mud is caked in layers of my brogains
Sunshine on snow white cotton nearly makes me blind
I can almost see 'em now a homefolk runnin' out to meet me
Workin' my way back home one row at a time
It's along old cotton road...
Workin' my way back home one row at a time
A heavy hundred pound cotton sack a draggin' long behind
Wanting believe this place so bad I forgot it how I got here
Workin' my way back home one row at a time
It's along old cotton road between here and Vaco
Than three days of b**min' through that California line
And two more days of pickin' to that house just south of Fresno
Workin' my way back home one row at a time
Mississippi delta mud is caked in layers of my brogains
Sunshine on snow white cotton nearly makes me blind
I can almost see 'em now a homefolk runnin' out to meet me
Workin' my way back home one row at a time
It's along old cotton road...
Workin' my way back home one row at a time