When Yoshiko planted cotton seeds this spring, I was amused. When the stalks shot up out of the planter under her care, I was suprised. When cotton flowers bloomed, I was delighted. When bolls appeared, I was incredulous. When the bolls began breaking open this week to reveal their bounty, I must say I was amazed. Cotton grows in Kyoto pretty well, and isn’t perturbed by typhoons. Umm, anybody know where we can get a very small burlap sack?

The best of Tenessee Ernie Ford on Rhino Records is an excellent album, by the way

HEY, MR. COTTONPICKER
TENNESSEE ERNIE FORD (Capitol, 1953)

Yonder comes a cotton picker walkin’ down the road
Puffin’ like a locomotive carryin’ a load
Hey, mr. cotton picker watcha’ gonna do
Gonna get gone away from you
Here is mr. cotton picker passin’ by my shack
Seems as if his back is breakin’ with a cotton sack
Hey, mr. cotton picker when you gettin’ paid?
Reckon as soon as my sack gets weighed
He’s been a-pluckin’ old king cotton
All day in the sun
By tomorrow sweat’s forgotten
I’ve got another field that must be done
There goes mr. cotton picker totin’ all his pay
Just a sack of snowy cotton took him all the day
Hey, mr. cotton picker hope you have a ball
Hope you get all that’s comin’ to you

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