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Emma Dermer and Bob Miller

"Eleven-Cent Cotton" (karaoke)

"Eleven-Cent Cotton" (sheet music)


‘Leven cent cotton, forty cent meat,

How in the world can a poor man eat?

Pray for the sunshine ‘cause it will rain;

Things gettin’ worse drivin’ us insane;

Built a nice house; painted it brown;

Lightnin’ came along and burnt it down.

No use talkin’; any man’s beat

With ‘leven cent cotton and forty cent meat.

 

‘Leven cent cotton, forty cent meat,

Keep gettin’ thinner ‘cause we don’t eat.

Tried to raise peas; tried to raise beans;

All we can raise is turnip greens.

No corn in the crib; no chicks in the yard;

No meat in the smokehouse; no tubs full of lard.

No use talkin’; any man’s beat

With ‘leven cent cotton and forty cent meat.

 

‘Leven cent cotton, forty cent meat,

How in the world can a poor man eat?

Our clothes worn out; shoes run down;

Old slouch hat with a hole in the crown.

Poor gettin’ poorer all around here;

Kids comin’ regular ev’ry year.

No use talkin’; any man’s beat

With ‘leven cent cotton and forty cent meat.

 

‘Leven cent cotton, forty cent meat,

How in the world can a poor man eat?

Mule’s in the barn; no crops laid by;

Corn crib’s empty, and the cow’s gone dry.

Well water’s low, nearly out of sight;

Can’t take a bath on a Saturday night.

No use talkin’; any man’s beat

With ‘leven cent cotton and forty cent meat.


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