Half-Mile Cotton Rows

"They're only half-mile rows, son
And there's water at the end"
Oh, Mama, wish I could 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
Well, 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
'Cause 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
And I can still hear you saying

(Chorus)
"They're only half-mile rows, son
And there's water at the end"
Oh Mama, wish I could be
In those cotton fields again

I'm staring out my window
At the salty side of town
Stone fences in this city, Mama
They can get a farm boy down
And it's surprising how those neon lights
They can make the wild weeds grow
But I can work my way back home, Mom
It's just one more half-mile row

(Repeat chorus, tag)

Copyright, Brooks Bros Publishers
All rights reserved
Writer:  Jake Brooks
Management: Nashville Music Group  
Performed by Jake Brooks & The Hired Hands
On "Songs of the Soil", released on Red Barn Records
1989, and re-released on CD Baby 2014

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