Cactus

Well I'm sittin' over here on Parchman Farm
Well I'm sittin' over here on Parchman Farm
Well I'm sittin' over here on Parchman Farm
And I ain't never done no man no harm

Well I'm puttin' that cotton in an eleven foot sack
Well I'm puttin' that cotton in an eleven foot sack
Well I'm puttin' that cotton in an eleven foot sack
With a twelve guage shotgun at my back

I'm sittin' over here on Number Nine
I'm sittin' over here on Number Nine
Well I'm sittin' over here on Number Nine
And all I did was drink my wine

Well I'm gonna be here for the rest of my life
I'm gonna be on this farm for my natural life
Well I'm a gonna be here for the rest of my life
And all I did was shoot my wife

I'm sittin' over here on Parchman Farm

People said it was cocaine
People claimed it was gin
I know the girl and the [dew-house] man
That done my brother in

Chorus
They put the last clean shirt
On my poor brother Bill
They put the last clean shirt
On my poor brother Bill

They found him in the back seat
Of an old abandoned Ford
[Catch] the hand of my brother Bill
It was a stiff as a running board

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The preacher said, he's gone now
Gone to another place
They lowered him down into the ground
I felt a tear trickle down my face

[chorus]

The preacher said, he's gone now
Gone to another place
They lowered him down into the ground
I felt a tear trickle down my face

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