One Row at a Time

The southeast Georgia red clay dust is groundin' to my blue jeans

A heavy hundred pound cotton sack a draggin' long behind

Wanting believe this place so bad I forgot it how I got here

Workin' my way back home one row at a time

It's along old cotton road between here and Vaco

Than three days of bummin' through that California line

And two more days of pickin' to that house just south of Fresno

Workin' my way back home one row at a time

Mississippi delta mud is caked in layers of my brogains

Sunshine on snow white cotton nearly makes me blind

I can almost see 'em now a homefolk runnin' out to meet me

Workin' my way back home one row at a time

It's along old cotton road...

Workin' my way back home one row at a time