Have You Seen the Cotton Man
He don't live down your way.
He dwells in another day
he will never let you into.
His face is white
but not bright - yellow age
has mildewed his smile.
The house on the hill
is not his,
but he won't let you visit.
Jailhouse rock
will keep you dancing
behind be-wilderness bars.
He forgets to like you,
he thinks you're cotton
to be picked.
Children run from his knees',
kids know that the cotton man
has a secret plan
and it don't include us.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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