[bright music]
Here we go!
- ♪ We didn't know
the times were lean. ♪
♪ Around our house,
the grass was green. ♪
♪ Didn't seem like things
were all that bad. ♪
♪ I bet we walked
a thousand miles ♪
♪ choppin' cotton
and pushing plows, ♪
♪ learnin' how to give it
all we had. ♪
♪ As life went on
and years went by, ♪
♪ I saw the light
in Daddy's eyes ♪
♪ and felt the love
in Mama's hands. ♪
♪ They kept us warm
and kept us fed, ♪
♪ taught us
how to look ahead. ♪
♪ Now lookin' back,
I understand. ♪
♪ We were walkin' in... ♪
all: ♪ High cotton. ♪
♪ Old times there
are not forgotten. ♪
♪ Those fertile fields
are never far away. ♪
- ♪ We were walkin' in... ♪
all: ♪ High cotton. ♪
♪ Old times there
are not forgotten. ♪
♪ Leavin' home was the hardest
thing we ever faced. ♪
♪ ♪
- ♪ When Sunday mornings
rolled around, ♪
♪ we dressed up
in hand-me-downs ♪
♪ just in time to gather
with the church. ♪
♪ Sometimes I think
how long it's been ♪
♪ and how it
impressed me then. ♪
♪ It was the only day
my daddy wouldn't work. ♪
♪ We were walkin' in... ♪
all: ♪ High cotton. ♪
♪ Old times there
are not forgotten. ♪
♪ Those fertile fields
are never far away. ♪
- ♪ We were walkin' in... ♪
all: ♪ High cotton. ♪
♪ Old times there
are not forgotten. ♪
♪ Leavin' home was the hardest
thing we ever faced. ♪
- ♪ Walkin' in... ♪
all: ♪ High cotton. ♪
♪ Old times there
are not forgotten. ♪
♪ Those fertile fields
are never far away. ♪
- ♪ We were walkin' in... ♪
all: ♪ High cotton. ♪
♪ Old times there
are not forgotten. ♪
♪ Leavin' home was the hardest
thing we ever faced. ♪
- ♪ We were walkin' in... ♪
all: ♪ High cotton. ♪
♪ Old times there
are not forgotten. ♪
♪ Those fertile fields
are never far away. ♪
- ♪ We were walkin' in... ♪
all: ♪ High cotton. ♪
♪ Old times there
are not forgotten. ♪
♪ Leavin' home was the hardest
thing we ever faced. ♪
- ♪ We were walkin' in... ♪
all: ♪ High cotton. ♪
- Ah! I like that!
[applause]
[laughter]
