《The Frozen Four-Hundred-Pound Fair-to-Middlin’ Cotton Picker》歌词

[00:00:00] The Frozen Four-Hundred-Pound Fair-to-Middlin' Cotton Picker - Johnny Cash

[00:00:05] I left the field one evening

[00:00:09] My fingers so cold and sore

[00:00:13] From fair to middlin' cotton

[00:00:17] Three hundred pounds or more

[00:00:22] Jim McCann was still pickin' straddle in the row

[00:00:30] The sun began to sinkin' and the wind began to blow

[00:00:38] He was bound to get four hundred

[00:00:42] A draggin' a twelve foot sack

[00:00:46] I hollered out "Jim come weight it"

[00:00:51] But I only saw his back

[00:00:55] So I went on home to supper

[00:00:59] And I gathered around my kin

[00:01:03] I was thinkin' of Jim out there pickin'

[00:01:07] With winter settin' in

[00:01:16] Next morning the air was freezin'

[00:01:20] The snow was nine feet deep

[00:01:24] I jerked on my long red handles

[00:01:28] And I left my kids asleep

[00:01:33] I got myself a shovel

[00:01:37] And went to where I seen Jim go

[00:01:41] And commenced to a diggin' for him

[00:01:45] At the other end of his row

[00:01:49] I found his body frozen and I took him in to thaw

[00:01:58] I dragged in his sack and I weighed it

[00:02:02] And I added Jim's marks that I saw

[00:02:06] The total was over four hundred

[00:02:10] So he'd picked more than he'd bet

[00:02:14] Of fair to middlin' cotton but Jim ain't thawed out yet