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Who's gonna hoe the cotton, who's gonna cut the cane
When the creek goes dry next summer,
Who's gonna pray for rain who'll fear the cold wind comin',
Then weather out the storm when the auctioneer cries
How much will you give for brewster's farm
Who'll wake to the crowing of that old rhode island red
That sits out on the gatepost to get brewster out of bed
Who'll sing the songs of david in church on sunday morn
Whose name will grace the mailbox that now reads b
Rewster's farm in washington they stand and say
The farmers need a hand but the ones that's selling brewster's farm
All work for uncle sam smooth talking politicians
That wine and dine and charm then
Turn their back and walk away from the sale of brewster's farm
Now we can't fault his failure cause he worked
And never stopped it just cost him more to plant his seed
Than he got for his crop and the profits he had counted on
All went to countries foreign it was a shady deal but it wasn't
Made in the shade of brewster's farm so tell me
Who's gonna hoe the cotton, who's gonna cut the cane
When the creek goes dry next summer,
Who's gonna pray for rain who'll fear the cold wind comin',
Then weather out the storm when the auctioneer cries
How much will you give for brewster's farm
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He'd just turned forty-seven when she was only twenty-two
She'd turned his life to heaven from the hell that he'd been through
All her friends said she was crazy she must have lost her mind
She said age makes no difference and it didn't at the time
Through the years she was his comfort oh but anyone could see
That he was growing older and she was growing free
She came in late one morning he said hold me one last time
You don't need to say it's over i've known it all the time
I knew this day would come oh but we sure gave love a whirl
Now the age that made no difference makes all the difference in the world
But i can't hold back the seasons i curse the rising sun
I already know your reasons for i knew this day would come
She said i found a young man he's only half my age
He says age makes no difference it's the heart that sets the stage
The old man listened quietly then he said
You know someday he'll come in late one morning and it'll be your time
To say i knew this day would come i knew this day would come
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It was seven in the morning
And already it was eighty-five degrees
Mama said she bet that it would reach a hundred
Cause there wasn't any breeze
Papa had a cotton sack headed for a field
We did not own little brother was crying
Cause papa said we had to come along
Old shep came off the front porch his bristles
Raised and ready for a fight mama told some bill collector
Better stay outside the gate that dog'll bite i
Remember us all laughing as he drove away old
Shep just layed back down it was a dusty july morning
In a mississippi delta cotton town
Dusty delta memories cotton fields
Blowing on my mind dusty delta memories
Them bring on teardrops take me back home
Kind now i pick those days like roses everytime
A july morning comes along and my memeory
Takes a shortcut right back down that gravel
Road i walked upon when i'm falling short of happiness
I always turn the tables of my mind to the corner of a cotton field
And a weather beaten shack of rough cut pine
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Daddy Had A Lot Of Old Sayings He Always Tried To Live By Better Look Before You Leap Still Water Runs Deep You Never Get To Big To Cry Mama Said A Lifetime Should Be Based On The Rock Of Ages And Amazing Grace She Kept The Lovelight Burning In Our Old Homeplace And I Grew Up There Somewhere Between Chorus Daddy's Old Sayings And Mama's Beliefs I Keep Them Locked Inside My Heart Way Down Deep Now When Everything In Life Goes Wrong I Can Find The Strength I Need In Daddy's Old Sayings, And Mama's Beliefs Daddy Like A Little Shot Of Whiskey Sometimes A Little Homemade Wine Mama Used To Scold Him Turn Around And Hold Him Things Would Be Alright Till The Next Time She Would Tell Him All The Things He Was Searching For Could Only Be Found In The Words Of The Lord Daddy Said Sometimes They're In An Old Fruit Jar And He Looked Every Saturday Night Repeat Chorus
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I'D LIKE TO MAKE THAT SAME MISTAKE AGAIN
Writer Damon Black
MY OLD FRIENDS SAY YOU WERE MY BIG MISTAKE THE BIGGEST ONE THEY EVER WATCHED ME MAKE THEY STILL SAY YOUR LEAVING WAS NO SURPRISE BUT OLD FRIENDS HAVE NEVER SEEN YOU THROUGH THESE EYES OH I'D LIKE TO MAKE THAT SAME MISTAKE AGAIN JUST ONE MORE TIME TO GO BACK WHERE I'VE BEEN I WOULD WADE THROUGH HELL AND SORROW TO WAKE UP BY YOU TOMORROW OH I'D LIKE TO MAKE THAT SAME MISTAKE AGAIN THEY SAY EVERYONES ENTITLED TO MAKE ONE BUT NOW THAT ITS ALL OVER SAID AND DONE I SAY WHEN IT COMES TO LIFE AND LOVING YOU I'D BE HAPPY IF THEY PUT ME DOWN FOR TWO
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BROKEN HEARTS BEAT ON
Writer Damon Black
) WHEN OLD CLOCKS BREAK THEY WON'T TELL TIME WHEN TOLL BELLS SHATTER THEY WON'T CHIME HEARTS BREAK IN PIECES WHEN LOVE IS GONE BUT BROKEN HEARTS BEAT ON BOAT SPRINGS A LEAK AND IT WON'T FLOAT WHEN POEMS DON'T RHYME THEY DON'T GET WROTE HEARTS GET WALKED ON LIKE STEPPING STONES BUT BROKEN HEARTS BEAT ON WHEN PLANES GET BROKE THEY WON'T FLY WHEN STARS CAN'T HOLD ON THEY FALL FROM THE SKY THINGS LIKE THAT MAKE ME WONDER WHY BROKEN HEARTS BEAT ON I CAN SPEAK ON THAT WITH AUTHORITY YOU MADE A PERFECT EXAMPLE OF ME HERE I STAND LIVING PROOF THAT PROVES TO ME BROKEN HEARTS BEAT ON WHEN PLANES GET BROKE THEY WON'T FLY WHEN STARS CAN'T HOLD ON THEY FALL FROM THE SKY THINGS LIKE THAT MAKE ME WONDER WHY BROKEN HEARTS BEAT ON
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