I never was great at picking cotton
But Lord I always carried all my rows
There were those
Who could pick it cleaner or better
But didn't I pick my cotton
With a lot of soul
I'd go hmm with feeling
I'd go hmm with soul
I'd say hmm with meaning
Yeah, I sang my songs of life
With a lot of soul
I never was great
At words so fancy
Oh but my woman knew
I loved her so
There were those
Who could give her more and better
But didn't I loved that woman
With a lot of soul
I'd go hmm with feeling
I'd go hmm with soul
I'd go hmm with meaning
Yeah Lord, I love that woman
With a lot of soul
When I leave this life
I'll be forgotten
Cause I never made big tracks
Upon its roads
Things I've done
Will never last forever
But didn't I do it all
With a lot of soul
I'd go hmm with feeling
I'd go hmm with soul