Johnny Cash - The Frozen Four-Hundred-Pound Fair-to-Middlin’ Cotton Picker lyrics

I left the field one evening my
Fingers so cold and sore
From fair to middling cotton
300 pounds or more
Jim McCann was still picking
Straddle in the row
The sun began to sinking and
The wind began to blow
He was bound to get 400 a
Dragging a twelve foot sack
I hollered out Jim come weight it
But I only saw his back
So I went on home to supper
And I gathered around my kin
I was thinking of Jim out there
Picking with winter setting in
Next morning the air was freezing the
Snow was nine feet deep
I jerked on my long red handles
And I left my kids asleep
I got myself a shovel and went
To where I seen Jim go
And commenced to a digging for him at
The other end of his row
I found his body frozen and I
Took him in to thaw
I dragged in his sack and I weighed it
And I added Jim's marks that I saw
The total was over 400 so he'd
Picked more than he'd bet
Of fair to middling cotton but
Jim hasn't thawed out yet