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An Anonymous Worker

"The Winnsboro Cotton Mill Blues" (karaoke)

"The Winnsboro Cotton Mill Blues" (sheet music)


Old man Sargent, sitting at the desk,

The damn’ old fool won’t give it a rest.

He’d take the nickels off a dead man’s eyes

To buy Coca Cola and Eskimo pies.

 

I got the blues; I got the blues;

I got the Winnsboro cotton mill blues.

Lordy, Lordy, spoolin’s hard.

You know and I know (I don’t have to tell):

You work for Tom Watson, got to work like hell.

I got the blues; I got the blues;

I got the Winnsboro cotton mill blues.

 

When I die, don’t bury me at all:

Just hang me up on the spool-room wall.

Place a knotter in my hand,

So I can spool in the Promised Land.

 

I got the blues; I got the blues;

I got the Winnsboro cotton mill blues.

Lordy, Lordy, spoolin’s hard.

You know and I know (I don’t have to tell):

You work for Tom Watson, got to work like hell.

I got the blues; I got the blues;

I got the Winnsboro cotton mill blues.

 

When I die, don’t bury me deep:

Bury me down on Six Hundred Street.

Place a bobbin in each hand,

So I can doff in the Promised Land.

 

I got the blues; I got the blues;

I got the Winnsboro cotton mill blues.

Lordy, Lordy, spoolin’s hard.

You know and I know (I don’t have to tell):

You work for Tom Watson, got to work like hell.

I got the blues; I got the blues;

I got the Winnsboro cotton mill blues.


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