Lyrics:
First verse
You heard me sighin' You saw me cryin' I'm not denyin' that it's true, My brain is burnin' Because a yearnin' In my heart has made me blue. An' here's the reason It's near the season Of cotton pickin' time in Tennesee, I want to go there Because I know they're goin' to have a jubilee. When it's
Chorus
Cotton pickin’ time in Tennesee I want to be, I want to be in Tennesee celebration I’m just waitin’ to join them in the pickin’ the wishbone of a chicken Mem’rys haunt in me How I long to see Daddy in the ev’nin’ When the sun am low Raggin’ for the babies on his old banjo I want to go back to that old log cabin town I’m shootin’ dice to get the price to Paradise Send me seven back to Heaven Down in Tennesee I’m goin’, I’m goin’ to the land where cotton’s growin’ When its cotton pickin’ time in Tennesee Cotton pickin’ time in Tennesee I want to be, I want to be in Tennesee celebration I’m just waitin’ to join them in the pickin’ the wishbone of a chicken Mem’rys haunt in me How I long to see Daddy in the ev’nin’ When the sun am low Raggin’ for the babies on his old banjo I want ot go back to that old log cabin town I’m shootin’ dice to get the price to Paradise Send me seven back to Heaven Down in Tennesee I’m goin’, I’m goin’ to the land where cotton’s growin’ When its cotton pickin’ time in Tennesee
Second verse
The whistle’s blowin’ That means I’m goin’ To you I’m goin’ Tennesee, I’ve been invited An’ I’m delighted There’s a welcome waitin’ me. The paddles turnin; The water’s churnin’ I’m leavin’ on the good ship Robert Lee, Goodbye to sorrow For by tomorrow I’ll be back in Tennesee. When it’s
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Sheldon Harris Collection
