Black Hands White Cotton

Lyrics
Two, three, four [Intro] We're gonna do a tune right now About a story this old field worker Told out in South Alabama [Verse 1] He said, me and my woman Been working real hard In this Alabama bottom land earth It's all for the man In the big white house Who living over yonder by the church [Bridge] On a Sunday morning You can hear us singing On a Sunday morning Our voices ringing [Chorus] Everybody singin' Glory, glory, hallelujah Lord, can't you hear me Talking to ya [Verse 2] You know, the only time I ever heard that man pray Well, he stood right up to the Lord And I could hear him say He said, Lord, my crops are dry Whoa, I'm afraid they're gonna die Lord, you gotta please Gimme some water [Chorus] But all I got in this whole world Is my black hands and white cotton Mobile lights, they're forgotten Glory, glory, hallelujah Lord, can't you hear me Talking to ya [Verse 3] A new day, it's dawning The black night, it turns morning Black hands, they're demanding Some respect and understanding A white man, black brother They're hand in hand one another [Bridge] Singing glory, glory, hallelujah Lord, can't you hear me Talking to ya [Chorus] Black hands and white cotton Mobile lights, they're forgotten Glory, glory, hallelujah Lord, can't you hear me Talking to ya Glory, glory Glory, glory, glory now Lord, can't you hear me talking Right to ya now Glory, glory, hallelujah Glory, glory, hallelujah Oh, Lord, got to hear me talking Oh, Lord, can't you hear this talking Glory, glory...
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