The Frozen Four-Hundred-Pound Fair-To-Middlin’ Cotton Picker歌词-Johnny Cash

The Frozen Four-Hundred-Pound Fair-To-Middlin’ Cotton Picker歌词由Johnny Cash演唱，出自专辑《The Flint Arrowhead》，下面是《The Frozen Four-Hundred-Pound Fair-To-Middlin’ Cotton Picker》完整版歌词！

The Frozen Four-Hundred-Pound Fair-To-Middlin’ Cotton Picker歌词完整版

The Frozen Four-Hundred-Pound Fair-to-Middlin' Cotton Picker - Johnny Cash (约翰尼·卡什)

I left the field one evening

My fingers so cold and sore

From fair to middlin' cotton

Three hundred pounds or more

Jim McCann was still pickin' straddle in the row

The sun began to sinkin' and the wind began to blow

He was bound to get four hundred

A draggin' a twelve foot sack

I hollered out "Jim come weight it"

But I only saw his back

So I went on home to supper

And I gathered around my kin

I was thinkin' of Jim out there pickin'

With winter settin' in

Next morning the air was freezin'

The snow was nine feet deep

I jerked on my long red handles

And I left my kids asleep

I got myself a shovel

And went to where I seen Jim go

And commenced to a diggin' for him

At the other end of his row

I found his body frozen and I took him in to thaw

I dragged in his sack and I weighed it

And I added Jim's marks that I saw

The total was over four hundred

So he'd picked more than he'd bet

Of fair to middlin' cotton but Jim ain't thawed out yet