Year of publication: 1969
B. Traven THE COTTON-PICKERS Song of the Cotton-Pickers Cotton is worn by king and prince, Millionaire and president, But the lowly cotton-picker Sweats to earn each bloody cent. Get going to the cotton field, The sun is moving up and up. Sling on your sack, Tighten your belt Listen, the scales are turning. Look at the food I get to eat Beans and chile, tortilla-bread And the scarecrow shirt I swiped, Torn by bush and patched with shreds. Get going to the cotton field, The sun is moving on and ...