Alabama - High cotton

^GWe didn't know the times were lean ^CAround our home the grass was green It d^Gidn't seem like things were all that b^D7ad I b^Get we walked a thousand miles ^CChopping cotton and pushing plows ^GAnd learning how to ^D7give it all we ha^Gd

^GAs life went on and years went by ^CI saw the light in daddy's eyes ^GAnd felt the love in mama's ^D7hands ^GThey kept us warm and kept us fed T^Caught us how to look ^Gahead Now looking ^D7back I u^Gnderstand

^GWe Were Walking in High Cotton Old times t^Chere are not forgotten Those ^Gfertile fields are never ^D7far away ^GWe were walking in high cotton Old times ^Cthere are not forgotten Leaving h^Gome was the hardest ^D7thing we ever f^Gaced

^GWhen Sunday morning rolled around ^CWe dressed up in hand-me downs Just in ^Gtime together with the c^D7hurch ^GSometimes I think how long it's been ^CAnd how it impressed me then It wa^Gs the only day my ^D7daddy wouldn't ^Gwork

^GWe Were Walking in High Cotton Old times t^Chere are not forgotten Those ^Gfertile fields are never ^D7far away W^Ge were walking in high cotton Old times ^Cthere are not forgotten Leaving ^Ghome was the hardest ^D7thing we ever ^Gfaced