Друг сколотил группу, а меня назначил тексты писать. Так что вот. )
Heavy weight on my heart and blood on my hands
I know where it starts but I can't see the end
I'm so tired oh Lord I just want to lay down
But the fields they call and my job isn't done
I've got a house to keep
And hungry mouths to feed
So I keep my way through
The cotton fields
Working 'round the clock till I grow old
Loading the trucks with snow-white gold
The days are hot as hell and chilly are the nights
And I can't tell if I can ever win this fight
I've got a house to keep
And hungry mouths to feed
So I keep my way through
The cotton fields
So you big city folk, you wear your clothes so fine
It's been paid for with sweat and blood of mine
Hear me New York and LA, here at the South I'm still
I waste my life away at these Goddamned fields