Cotton Blossom, Cotton Blossom Captain Andy's Floating Show! Thrills and laughter Concert after Ev'rybody's sure to go! [Beaux and Misses] Cotton Blossom
Vertaling: Kern, Jerome. Cotton Blossom.
Vertaling: Showboat soundtrack. Cotton Blossom.
d always be there Walking in his footsteps in the Sweet Delta Dawn" Take me back to another morning To a time so long ago When the sweet Magnolia blossomed Cotton
cotton wool and glue Paper cuts, I shouldn't beat myself up Over little things the way I do Nothing stays the same I wish, I could remain the color Of the cherry blossom
me back to another home to a time so long ago C G D G When the sweet magnolias blossomed cotton
marry Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry Little bee sucks the blossom big bee makes the honey Poor man raise the cotton rich man makes the money
get weary, don?t get weary children Don?t get weary, I?m coming from the ball Big bee sucks the blossom, Little bee makes the honey Poor man picks cotton
presence of the past Brother fightin' brother Father fightin' son By the time the sun was settin' Looked like the south had won Now my mouth's as dry as cotton
'm too young to marry Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry Little bee sucks the blossom The big bee gives the honey Dark man picks the cotton
to marry Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry Well the big bee sucks the blossom And the big bee makes the honey Poor man picks the cotton While
He sees a little boweevil Sees him movin' in the, Lordie, yeah Well, you can plant your cotton But you won't get a half a bale, mama, yeah Boweevil,
Jake: You should be loved By someone who knows you Wants you to blossom Always is true You should be cherished Like the first sign of springtime You
to marry Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry Well, the little bee sucks the blossom But the big bee gets the honey Little man picks the cotton
decks runnin' bid a fond farewell By the time I get to Memphis I'll be outta my shell Cotton fields just as white as snow Sweet magnolia blossoms grow
, Where would this country be Without her inventions? Oh, things were rotten in the land of cotton Until Whitney made the cotton gin. Now old times there
Wish I was in the land of cotton There's a man waiting there Who'll never be forgotten Why did I have to go Why did I go away It was early on one frosty
always be there, Walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn. Take me back to another morning, to a time so long ago, When the sweet magnolia blossomed, cotton