I'm sitting over here on Parchman farm. I'm sitting over here on Parchman farm, Ain't never done no man no harm. Well, I'm putting that cotton in a never-full sack. Well, I'm putting that cotton in a never-full sack, A twelve-gauge shotgun at my back.

If you live in a glasshouse Don't throw stones And if you can't take blows brother Don't throw blows Harm no man Let no man harm you Do unto others As they would do to you

I'm sitting over here on Parchman farm. I'm sitting over here on Parchman farm, Ain't never done no man no harm. Well, I'm putting that cotton in a never-full sack. Well, I'm putting that cotton in a never-full sack, A twelve-gauge shotgun at my back.

Stronger than me I've forgotten all of young love's joy Feel like a lady, but you my lady boy You should be stronger than me You been here 7 years longer than me Don't you know you supposed to be the man, I pale in comparison to who you think I am, You

Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce Too many bowls of that green, no lucky charms The maids come around too much Parents ain't around enough Too many joy rides in daddy's jaguar Too many white lies and white lines Super rich kids with

And all would envy The older man and his beautiful young wife Yes all would envy Old enough to be her dad But the young men were just mad they nursed their grievances And she was flattered by his charm It wouldn't do her any harm they all had their

Roulis, tangages En mer, au large le vent est malhonnête Il fait perdre la tête Adieu, adieu Sur le car-ferry De Portsmouth à Ouistreham Les passagères ont du charme Le vent s'est levé sur le pont du St Michel Quand elle est passée sur la passerelle

No more talk of darkness Forget these wide-eyed fears I'm here, nothing can harm you My words will warm and calm you Let me be your freedom Let daylight dry your tears I'm here, with you, beside you To guard you and to guide you Say you'll love me every

I'm sitting over here on Parchman farm. I'm sitting over here on Parchman farm, Ain't never done no man no harm. Well, I'm putting that cotton in a never-full sack. Well, I'm putting that cotton in a never-full sack, A twelve-gauge shotgun at my back.

How they gonna harm us? Came wearing a flat-cap, looking like somebody's father I brought the bad man here, I brought the bad man here You're a bad man how? Bad man where? Apart from you, there's bad man here You're not bad, I'm bad, ask Carlos Is man