Lyrics Cotton Seed Blues - Roosevelt Sykes

When the sun go down mama, that the whole world turn red
When the sun go down mama, that the whole world turn red
Then my mind falls on, what my dear old mother have said

I ain't gon' make no more cotton mama,
Now I tell you reason that I said so
I ain't gon' make no more cotton mama,
Now I tell you reason that I said so
I don't get nothin' out of my seeds,
And the cotton price is so doggone low

The boss man told me,
"Go to the commissary, I could get anything that I need."
The boss told me to "Go to the
Commissary" he said I could get anything that I need
You don't have to have no money right away,
Now he say "I will take it out of your seed."

Makin' a cotton crop mama, not just as same as shootin' dice
Makin' a cotton crop mama, not just as same as shootin' dice
After you work hard all the year
Round, and then cotton won't be no price

Lord, I plowed all the summer long, and the sun would burn my skin
Lord, I plowed all the summer long
Mama, till the sun would burn my skin
And then cotton sold for
Twelve-and-a-half cent, you know no way that I could win