One Row at a Time - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

The southeast Georgia red clay dust is grounded to my blue jeans

A heavy hundred-pound cotton sack dragging along behind

Wanting to leave this place so bad, I forget how I got here

Working my way back home one row at a time

It's a long old cotton road between here and Waco

Then three days a-thumbing through that California line

And two more days of picking to that house just south of Fresno

Working my way back home one row at a time

Mississippi Delta mud is caked in layers on my brogans

Sunshine on snow white cotton nearly makes me blind

I can almost see 'em now, the home folk running out to meet me

Working my way back home one row at a time

It's a long old cotton road between here and Waco

Then three days a-thumbing through that California line, Lord, Lord

Two more days of picking to that house just south of Fresno

Working my way back home one row at a time