Children of Poland
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My hands are as cracked as an August field
That's burned in the sun for a hundred years
With furrows so deep you could hide yourself
But I ain't choppin' cotton no more this year
I'll just sit on the porch with my eagle eye
And watch for a change of wind
The rows are as straight as a shotgun barrel
And long as a bullet can spin
You know how hot it gets in Mississippi
You know how dry it gets in the summer sun
The dust clouds swirl all down the delta
I just hope that I don't die 'fore the harvest comes
Black clouds gathering on the edge of town
But no rain's gonna fall on us
Hoes rise and fall in a distant field
Earth takes a beating for all of us
I thought I heard the angel of death overhead
But it's only the crop dusters playin'
Hoes rise and fall like the beating of wings
Lord send us freedom and rain
You know how hot it gets in Mississippi
You know how dry it gets in the summer sun
The dust clouds swirl all down the delta
I just hope that I don't die 'fore the harvest comes