Pick a lot of cotton
Drag a long sack
Coming across the field
Well, I see Boss Jack
He's a riding straddle
Of a single foot roan
When you know that horse
You'll leave him alone
The ole roan's got green in his eyes
Mean as the devil and twice as wise
A fire in his nose and a bow in his back
Can't nobody ride him but Boss Jack
Come on children
Bend your back
Work a little faster
Fill your sack
Then you hitch up the wagon
Take it to the gin
Finish picking
Before the winter sets in
Now here while back
When the crop was laid by
Remember who took us
On a big fish fry?
Caught a heap of catfish
Goggle eye and carp
Dashed and sang
To the guitar and the harp
Well, someday old Boss Jack
Is gonna set us all free
Gabriel gonna blow for you and me
Angels gonna bring that chariot
From above
Flopping their wings
Like a turtle dove
Come on children
Bend your back
Work a little faster
Fill your sack
Then you hitch up the wagon
Take it to the gin
Finish picking
Before the winter sets in