Oh, my family grew cotton and cotton was all we knew   Butter came from butter beans and it all went in a stew   We lived off our victory garden and the neighbors did so too   Some years the dust was so ruthless, this cotton was all we grew      When there's no more cane on the grasses   And the oil is gone in the gulf   When the wells are dry on the flatlands   Cotton's all we got, cotton's all we got      In the days before the power lines when L B J taught school   We dreamed of a fairer nation and promised to change the rules   To build a great society and all the folks in the same room   Fighting a war on poverty and taking us to the moon      When there's no more cane on the grasses   And the oil is gone in the gulf   When the wells run dry on the flatlands   Cotton's all we got, oh cotton's all we got      Then the wind will feed the power lines where once it was dust that blew   All along the Chisholm Trail where cotton's all we knew      When there's no more cane on the grasses   And the oil is gone in the gulf   When the wells are dry on the flatlands   Cotton's all we got, oh cotton's all we got   Cotton's all we got