Lyrics:

[Pre-Chorus] [Johnny Cash and June Carter]
I'm a fair to middling man
And these are cotton picking hands
I'm a fair to middling man
And these are cotton picking hands

[Chorus] [Johnny]
My woman asks for little
And nothing she demands
Except to hold these cotton picking hands

[Verse 1] [Johnny]
The bloom is white and then it's red
Then it falls to leave a bowl instead
The leaves fall and the field is white
We pick the pods from dawn to night

[Pre-Chorus] [Johnny and June]

[Chorus] [Johnny]

[Verse 2] [Johnny]
My woman cooks and sweeps the yard
And that old rug board is rough and hard
Her face is pretty though it's tanned
And I love those cotton picking hands

[Pre-Chorus] [Johnny and June]

[Chorus] [Johnny]

[Pre-Chorus] [Johnny and June]