Sodastream Cotton Fields Lyrics

We work the fields,
The cotton yields
We sing our songs for the god almighty

We work strong,
We feel at home
We have the strength of the Christian county

With little rest,
We do our best,
We have an overwhelming sense of duty,

And I'm the one,
The luckiest one,
She took my hand and told me that she loved me.

Could've been mine you know, Could've been a long time show,
Could've been a lifetime
of lonely little wishes , and your burning kisses,
now it seems to me that the high lines on,
oh yeah the low lines gone.

We married young,
Had many sons,
They worked hard in a far off country,

And then he came,
With his greedy blade,
In one stroke he took her from me!