Goin' to the cotton patch, pick cotton all the fall.
Goin' to the cotton patch, pick cotton all the fall.
If my baby quits me, won't pick no cotton at all.
I got home late last night, foun' my baby wide awake.
I got home late last night, foun' my baby wide awake.
Saw another man creepin' out, I know he got a good break.
My sweetie told me that I was standing pat.
My sweetie told me that I was standing pat.
She's got another rider, gone and left me flat.
I'd rather see my coffin comin' in through my front door.
I'd rather see my coffin comin' in through my front door.
Than to hear sweet mama say, she don't want me no more.
You can drink you junk steady, you can smoke your hop.
You can drink you junk steady, you can smoke your hop.
But if you mess with me woman, won't nobody tell you to stop.
Lonnie Johnson - Cotton Patch Blues (1927) Lyrics
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Goin' to the cotton patch, pick cotton all the fall.
Goin' to the cotton patch, pick cotton all the fall.
If my baby quits me, won't pick no cotton at all.
I got home late last night, foun' my baby wide awake.
I got home late last night, foun' my baby wide awake.
Saw another man creepin' out, I know he got a good break.
My sweetie told me that I was standing pat.
My sweetie told me that I was standing pat.
She's got another rider, gone and left me flat.
I'd rather see my coffin comin' in through my front door.
I'd rather see my coffin comin' in through my front door.
Than to hear sweet mama say, she don't want me no more.
You can drink you junk steady, you can smoke your hop.
You can drink you junk steady, you can smoke your hop.
But if you mess with me woman, won't nobody tell you to stop.
Goin' to the cotton patch, pick cotton all the fall.
If my baby quits me, won't pick no cotton at all.
I got home late last night, foun' my baby wide awake.
I got home late last night, foun' my baby wide awake.
Saw another man creepin' out, I know he got a good break.
My sweetie told me that I was standing pat.
My sweetie told me that I was standing pat.
She's got another rider, gone and left me flat.
I'd rather see my coffin comin' in through my front door.
I'd rather see my coffin comin' in through my front door.
Than to hear sweet mama say, she don't want me no more.
You can drink you junk steady, you can smoke your hop.
You can drink you junk steady, you can smoke your hop.
But if you mess with me woman, won't nobody tell you to stop.
Writer: COZY HARRIS, LONNIE JOHNSON
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