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Cotton Pickin' Hands lyrics
Our finest gifts we bring to lay before the King
This is to honor him when we come
Baby Jesus I am a poor boy too
I have no gift to bring that's fit to give a King
But may I play for you on my drum
The mother Mary nodded the ox and lamb kept time
I played my drum for him I played my best for him
Then he smiled at me me and my drum
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- Track 21 on Come Along and Ride This Train
- 20 Pick a Bale of Cotton
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