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Got the King Cotton Blues, that I can't deny
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Always been in trouble, boys, never did know why
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Some say it's my attitude, others say my luck
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Those who say my just deserts can take a flying fuck
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Got the King Cotton Blues, right down to the core
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I can take a licking boys, stand up and ask for more
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It ain't 'cause of courage, on account of being brave
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I never saw much reason to avoid an early grave
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King Cotton blues, boys, be it understood
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Shotgun is too merciful, hanging is too good
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Drowning's too uncertain, poison is too slow
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To snuff a worthless widow's son whose time has come to go
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Got the King Cotton Blues, reason to complain
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All the local prostitutes spit upon my name
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I take out my hankerchief, and dust that shit away
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Revenge don't bring relief, boys, no matter what they say
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Got the King Cotton Blues, price upon my head
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A thousand bucks alive, and double if I'm dead
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They don't want to have to feed me, they know my appetite
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Let's head down to the bar, boys, and pick another fight
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King Cotton blues, boys, be it understood
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Shotgun is too merciful, hanging is too good
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Drowning's too uncertain, poison is too slow
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To snuff a worthless widow's son whose time has come to go
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Got the King Cotton Blues, when shit hits the fan
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No shame to duck, boys, any chance you can
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Take your absolution at the whorehouse down the block
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Those who disavow you can wind the devil's clock
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Got the King Cotton Blues, every dog knows the tune
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Every cat has a version, beneath a bright full moon
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Take your revolution, and stick it upper class
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Be kind to one another, and dip your lights when you pass
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King Cotton blues, boys, be it understood
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Shotgun is too merciful, hanging is too good
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Drowning's too uncertain, poison is too slow
Am C F E
To snuff a worthless widow's son whose time has come to go
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Got the King Cotton Blues, that's all I got to say
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They done locked up the keys, and threw the house away
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I'll just bide my time until they pop my red balloon
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Feed me to the tigers, throw my leg across the room
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King Cotton blues, boys, be it understood
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Shotgun is too merciful, hanging is too good
Bb F C G Bb F C
Drowning's too uncertain, poison is too slow
Am C F E
To snuff a worthless widow's son whose time has come to go