Tears In the Cotton Field

For no man he should see Working the fields of cotton wishing one day he would be free He works a hard days pay In his bed he should lay Waiting for the day to end He has never been loved by a soul on this earth And he never had friend Until at last he was free Now he is loved by everyone And everybody He sings a song everday For the greater glory of men And he works every now and then He hides trying not to be caught Until he was shot