Panther Burn

I know a place, called Panther Burn
 Sharkey County Highway 61
 There's cotton fields everywhere you turn
 Climbing slowly in the sun
 Mid July, steaming summer's day
 A field-hand stops to check the sky
 Looking for some rain
 Cool relief from the pain
 Of another working day on Panther Burn
 Panther Burn flash me back to the place
 Where sandy loam is Delta gold
 Living with the land, is the nature of the man
 Time is just a reason to grow old
 October sunrise on Panther Burn
 Cotton led confusion all around
 Summer's gone, now it's pickin' time
 Gins are hummin' with the sound
 Work's never done until the crop is in
 The cotton market just keeps going down
 Dawn to dusk, seed to bale
 Saturday night in Hollandale
 As we turn our weary backs on Panther Burn
 Panther Burn flash me back to the place
 Where sandy loam is Delta gold
 Living with the land, is the nature of the man
 Time is just a reason to grow old
 Panther Burn flash me back to the place
 Where sandy loam is Delta gold
 Living with the land, is the nature of the man
 Time is just a reason to grow old
 December sunset on Panther Burn
 Black earth framed by grey sky
 Wild ducks flying in the frozen air
 Watering holes are much alive
 Child of The River sleeps in loneliness
 As winter's desolation claims the land
 When the spring time comes around
 Drop the seed back into the ground
 Life returns to fertile Panther Burn
 Panther Burn flash me back to the place
 Where sandy loam is Delta gold
 Living with the land, is the nature of the man
 Time is just a reason to grow old
 Whoa
 Panther Burn flash me back to the place
 Where sandy loam is Delta gold
 Living with the land, is the nature of the man
 Time, is just a reason
 Whoa
 To grow old