Testo Cabin In The Cotton
Emis Killa si difende dalle accuse
There's a cabin in the southland Where I long to go, Little cabin in the cotton, Where the cotton grows. There's a cabin in the cotton, Far away but not forgotten, And in every recollection, That's where my affection strays. I got a feeling so sentimental And I see a smile so gentle, When I think of old Virginnie And my pickaninny days. We took the good and we took the evil, Laughter and song and the old boll weevil, Time has gone by, now here am I, Wishing that I only knew: How to wake up in the morning In the cabin I was born in, Little cabin in the cotton I have not forgotten you.