Lyrics:

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 dusty
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