Candice Cotton "Cotton Country" 2023

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