Traditional - Lyrics from Iron Men & Wooden Ships, by Frank Shay
Come roll that cotton, roll it down,
Oh, roll the cotton down;
Come roll that cotton, roll it down.
Oh, roll the cotton down.
I thought I heard our old man say,
Oh, roll the cotton down;
He'd sail away to Mobile Bay
Oh, roll the cotton down.
A dollar a day is a white man's pay,
Oh, roll the cotton down;
Ten dollars a day is a black man's pay,
Oh, roll the cotton down.
Mobile Bay is no place for me,
Oh, roll the cotton down;
I'll sail away on some other sea,
Oh, roll the cotton down.