Brown dirt, stickin' to my fingers   Brown dirt, clingin' to my feet   Brown dirt, mississippi bottom land   Pickin' that cotton for the man down the street   Brown dirt, raisin' his vegetables   Brown dirt, growin' his grass   Brown dirt, walkin' down the pathway   Pickin' that cotton now I hope it is my last   Brown dirt, somebody told me, be the last place you lay   Brown dirt, cover my body   I'll soon be the cotton that's grown another day   Brown dirt wet, you're sinkin'   Brown dirt dry, you dust   Brown dirt, I've been thinkin'   We'll all come to you and we won't be the first   Brown dirt, somebody told me, be the last place you lay   Cover my body   I'll soon be the cotton that's grown another day   If a stick moves, it's a snake   If a water is still, it's a lake   If you harm yourself, you know it hurts   Final destination, brown dirt