Cotton Fields (with Joe Strummer) [Live]

Now the party's over and the money's all gone

You remember feeling like Jesus' son, uh-huh, uh-huh

Now your girl has left your side

And now you're gonna get crucified, uh-huh, uh-huh

They're gonna crucify you, gonna crucify you

Gonna crucify you, crucify you

In those old cotton fields back home

Back home

Too late to joke or crack a smile

You gotta carry that shit up that drunken mile, uh-huh, uh-huh

When they put the electrodes in your brain

Even your Mother won't know you're sane, uh-huh, uh-huh

First Lord Nelson's sunken ships

Now Steve Lillywhite's drunken mix, uh-huh, uh-huh

They're gonna crucify you, crucify you

Gonna crucify you, crucify you

In those old cotton fields back home

Back home

Back home

Back home

Back home

In those old cotton fields back home

Back home

Back home

Back home

In those old cotton fields back home

Back home

Back home

Back home

In those old cotton fields back home

Back home

Back home

Back home

In those old cotton fields back home

Ladies and gentlemen

I'm gonna introduce the man on the cittern, mandola, mandolin

And the other ripper-rama

Mr. Terry Woods