.I left the field one evening, my fingers so cold and sore
From fair to middlin' cotton, three hundred pounds or more
Jim McCann was still pickin' straddle in the row
The sun began to sinkin' and the wind began to blow
He was bound to get four hundred, a draggin' a twelve foot sa.
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