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WINNSBORO COTTON MILL BLUES


Old man Sargent sitting at the desk
The damned old fool won't give us no rest
He'd take the nickels off a dead man's eyes
To buy a Coca-cola and a Pomo Pie

cho: I've got the blues
I've got the blues
I've got the Winnsboro Cotton Mill blues
Lordy, lordy, spoolin's hard
You know and I know, I don't have to tell
Work for Tom Watson, got to work like hell
I've got the blues
I've got the blues
I've got the Winnsboro Cotton Mill blues
( Repeat after each verse)

When I die, don't bury me at all
(When I die, don't bury me at home)
Just hang me up on the spoolroom wall
Place a knotter (right) in my hand
So I can spool in the Promised Land
(So I can keep on working in the Promised Land)

When I die, don't bury me deep
Bury me down on 600 Street
Place a bobbin in each hand
So I can dolph in the Promised Land