(Red Lane - Dottie West)

The southeast Georgia red clay dust is groundin' to my blue jeans
A heavy hundred pound cotton sack a draggin' long behind
Wanting to leave this place so bad, I forgot it how I got here
Workin' my way back home one row at a time.

It's along old cotton road between here and Vaco
Than three days of bummin' through that California line
And two more days of pickin' to that house just south of Fresno
Workin' my way back home one row at a time.

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Mississippi delta mud is caked in layers of my brogains
Sunshine on snow white cotton nearly makes me blind
I can almost see 'em now a homefolk runnin' out to meet me
Workin' my way back home one row at a time.

It's along old cotton road between here and Vaco
Than three days of bummin' through that California line
And two more days of pickin' to that house just south of Fresno
Workin' my way back home one row at a time.

Workin' my way back home one row at a time...