CandiceCottonBand

Ill tell you a story That has never been told About true love At just 6 years old It all started right here On this Cotton lined Old school Road The year was 1933 Way down deep in the heart of Southern Tennessee There’s a place I like to call cotton country Where For miles and miles fresh white cotton Is the only thing that you will see Where you can’t walk without kicking Fresh Cotton up with your feet Because cotton covers every single road In September we call it Tennessee snow Where cotton flies Everywhere you go I think ill call this place cotton country And this is that old school roaWhere the tale of true love Started on that day The type of love that truly never ever faded away The type of love That true fairytales are made Their love was purer than Tennessee gold Two tender little hearts Of just 6 years old Their love was truer Juliet and Romeo The truest tale of love ever to be told Started right here 87 years ago And this is that old school road Where that tale of true love did unfold Like a perfectly painted picture Hollywood movie scene Their love was a type of fairytale true love dream Right here in Cotton Country The softest love that you’ve ever seen Two little six year olds Cotton piled high up past their knees it was a September morning there was a cool soft breeze from the to and fro swayin of those old oak trees Where underneath true love would first meet An early September morning Sunrise warming up that late summer breeze Sounds like the perfect place to me For true love to first meet In the countries part of the entire country The birds were a chirping And the bees were busy buzzin like bees In the countries part of the country Cotton Country Southern tennessee And this is that old school road Where that tale of true love came to be Alright now for the story Walking to school On his very first day Pappy heard a sweet voice Ll Just singing away Then he saw a tiny girl About 20 steps ahead aways Both walking to school on their very first day Pappy just watched her the entire way He said she sang like the wind That waved and whipped the trees When she heard little birds She let out little tweets Every once in a while she’d stop and pick some blueberries When her whole hand was full She tossed them up in the air Tried to catch them with her mouth And they scatteted everywhere Gram was completely crazy Pappy said he was actually scared Growing up on his little cotton farm In Tennessee Truth be told his momma Was the only girl he’d ever seen Just his Momma and the Virgin Mary figurines from his manjor scene He’d never seen a television They never any type of screen Gram was the very first girl That pappyd ever actually seen