Oh, sing it. Sing me an old song, yeah.
Oh, sing it. Sing me an old song. Sing me an old song.
A bad, hearty place. Tell me how the good earth feels.
Down in the high white cotton. Yeah, cause in my life I'll never get to walk on my knees in the fields.
Oh, sing it. Sing about the railroad. Sing about a coal shelf in five months on the L&N rail.
Sing me an old song, yeah.
Let me gather round the fire. With all the people in the depot.
Cause in my life, singer, I'll never ride those coal-fired trains.
Take me back. Oh, singer, take me back.
I'm living a life I can't slow down.
Except with a song.
And I wanna know how the people made for that big corporation.
And I wanna feel how the people lived when life was slow.
Oh, singer, take me to the river. Let me ride the big riverboat.
Oh, singer.
Down to New Orleans
Let me lean overboard
And wash my hands in the Mississippi water
Oh, singer, I can only ride that boat
And a song you sing
Take me back
Oh, singer, take me back
I'm living a life I can't slow down
Except with a song
And I want to know how the people made it
Without big corporations
And I want to feel how the people lived
When life was slow
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, singer
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Sing me an old song
Sing me an old song
About cotton and haze
Tell me how the good earth feels
Down in the high white cotton
Yeah
Cause in my life
I'll never get to walk on my knees
In the fields
In the fields
In the fields