Half-Mile Rows Words and music by Jake Brooks (Chorus) They're only half-mile rows, son And there's water at the end Oh, Mama, how I long to be In those cotton fields again A man will make a living Doing what he has to do And Mama, that's just what you did When he left it up to you You loved that old dirt farmer A man I've never known And alone you shared your wisdom In those half-mile cotton rows You talked of Corpus Christi And the beach where you were raised And the gulf stream's salty breezes Almost touched my childhood face I could hear those breakers crashing Way up on the high dry plains As we hoed those fields of cotton Up one row, and down again Repeat Chorus Now I'm staring out my window On the salty side of town Stone fences in this city, Mama They can get a farm boy down And it's surprising how the neon lights Can make those wild weeds grow But I can work my way back home, Mama It's just one more half-mile row Repeat Chorus, tag Copyright, Brooks Bros Publishers All rights reserved