Pick a lot o'cotton drag a long sack comin' across the field well I see Boss Jack 

He's a ridin' straddle of a single foot roan 

When you know that horse you'll leave him alone 

The ole roan's got green in his eyes mean as the devil and twice as wise 

A fire in his nose and a bow in his back can't nobody ride him but Boss Jack 

Come on children bend your back work a little faster fill your sack 

Then you hitch up the wagon take it to the gin finish pickin' before the winter sets in 

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Now here while back when the crop was laid by 

Remember who took us on a big fish fry 

Caught a heap of catfish goggle eye and carp 

Dashed and sang to the guitar and the harp 

Well someday old Boss Jack is gonna set us all free 

Gabriel gonna blow for you and me 

Angels gonna bring that chariot from above floppin' there wings like a turtle dove 

Come on children...