Cottonseed
Drive-By Truckers Lyrics


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I came to tell my story to all these young and eager minds
To look in their unspoiled faces and their curious bright eyes
Stories of corruption, crime and killing, yes it's true
Greed and fixed elections, guns and drugs and whores and booze

It's been a while since I put on a suit of my own clothes
And even longer since I cast my shadow on a church house door
They say every sin is deadly but I believe they may be wrong
I'm guilty of all seven and I don't feel too bad at all

I used to have a wad of hundred dollar bills in the back pocket of my suit
I had a .45 underneath my coat and another one in my boot
I drove a big ole Cadillac, bought a new one anytime I pleased
And I put more lawmen in the ground than Alabama put cottonseed

I spent a few years on vacation, sanctioned by the state I mentioned
But a man like me don't do no time too hard to come back from
The meanest of the mean, I see you lock away and toss the key
But they're all just loud mouth punks to me, I've scraped meaner off my shoe

Somewhere, I ain't saying, there's a hole that holds a judge
The last one that I dug myself
And I must admit I was sad to lay him in it, but I did the best I could
Once his Honor grows a conscience, well folks, that there just ain't no good

There's a pretty girl out there said "Daddy, you stay cool tonight
All I need from you is to come home and be here by my side
Say what you gotta say to shut their Bibles and their mouths
If they was to tie a noose, they'd have to lay their Bibles down"

I ain't here to save no souls and even if I could
I could never save enough to put back half the ones I took




So if they rest in torment you can't say it's cause of me
They'd long been bought and paid for like that fool's in Tennessee

Overall Meaning

The Drive-By Truckers' song Cottonseed is a powerful narrative about the life of a corrupt, violent man who is sharing his story with a group of young, innocent minds. He tells them about the crimes he has committed, including fixed elections, drug and alcohol abuse, and murder. He goes on to talk about the wealth he amassed, carrying hundred dollar bills in his pocket and a .45 in his coat and boot, and how he put more lawmen in the ground than Alabama put cottonseed.


Despite his obvious guilt, the singer doesn't feel bad about what he has done. He spent time in jail, but he is not deterred by it, claiming that he is too mean to let it break him. He even confesses to burying a judge in a hole that he dug himself, feeling a twinge of regret but knowing he did what he had to do. The singer sees himself as a tough, self-sufficient man who doesn't need anyone else to tell him what's right or wrong. The song's dark message and gritty imagery paint a vivid picture of a man who has lived a violent, lawless life and isn't repentant about it.


Line by Line Meaning

I came to tell my story to all these young and eager minds
I'm here to explain my past and what I've done to these young, naive individuals.


To look in their unspoiled faces and their curious bright eyes
I see hope and innocence in their eyes and it reminds me of a time long gone.


Stories of corruption, crime and killing, yes it's true
The stories I have to tell are about immoral deeds, unlawful activities, and murder.


Greed and fixed elections, guns and drugs and whores and booze
These stories will discuss greed and corruption, rigged voting, the use of drugs and prostitutes, and alcohol abuse.


It's been a while since I put on a suit of my own clothes
It's been some time since I dressed up and looked presentable.


And even longer since I cast my shadow on a church house door
It's been even longer still since I set foot in a church.


They say every sin is deadly but I believe they may be wrong
The belief that every sin is a death sentence may not be entirely accurate.


I'm guilty of all seven and I don't feel too bad at all
I've committed all seven of the deadly sins, but I don't feel guilty about it.


I used to have a wad of hundred dollar bills in the back pocket of my suit
I used to carry a lot of cash on me wherever I went.


I had a .45 underneath my coat and another one in my boot
I was always armed and dangerous, with guns hidden on my person.


I drove a big ole Cadillac, bought a new one anytime I pleased
I used to drive luxurious vehicles, upgrading often.


And I put more lawmen in the ground than Alabama put cottonseed
I killed more police officers than Alabama produced cotton.


I spent a few years on vacation, sanctioned by the state I mentioned
I was in prison for some time, sanctioned by the state.


But a man like me don't do no time too hard to come back from
Prison wasn't a difficult place to return from for someone like me.


The meanest of the mean, I see you lock away and toss the key
The individuals considered the meanest of the mean were locked up and forgotten.


But they're all just loud mouth punks to me, I've scraped meaner off my shoe
Those people were nothing to me, I've encountered and dealt with worse in my life.


Somewhere, I ain't saying, there's a hole that holds a judge
I won't say where, but there is a location where a judge is buried.


The last one that I dug myself
I was the one who buried the last judge I killed.


And I must admit I was sad to lay him in it, but I did the best I could
Despite feeling a sense of regret, I buried him as best I could.


Once his Honor grows a conscience, well folks, that there just ain't no good
If the judge somehow grew a conscience, it wouldn't make a difference at that point.


There's a pretty girl out there said "Daddy, you stay cool tonight
My daughter wants me to stay safe and not cause any trouble tonight.


All I need from you is to come home and be here by my side
All she wants is for me to come home and be with her.


Say what you gotta say to shut their Bibles and their mouths
She wants me to say what I need to say to keep people from judging me, criticizing me, or talking about me.


If they was to tie a noose, they'd have to lay their Bibles down"
Those who might judge me would have to compromise their faith to do so by executing me with a noose.


I ain't here to save no souls and even if I could
I'm not here to save anyone or convert them to my way of thinking.


I could never save enough to put back half the ones I took
Even if I wanted to, I could never bring back half the lives I've taken.


So if they rest in torment you can't say it's cause of me
If those I killed are in torment, it's not my fault.


They'd long been bought and paid for like that fool's in Tennessee
Those individuals were either paid off or they were foolish enough to get in my way.




Lyrics © WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Written by: JOHN MICHAEL COOLEY

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mphillips52

this song proves mike cooley is one of the best song writers in the past 20 years.. this song gives me chills the way he tells the story and plays the guitar amazing song.

lucas peden

Fred been in the freezer- start looking for the weezer- talk to the Caesar and then keep off my f’n sweater

tim hanson

the best song writing in the business PERIOD ... a band that always stays true to its roots, and keeps integrity in its music .... refreshing ....

KholmXanatov

What a shame more people don't know about this great song.

Lior Rosenman

Love this song and the story, these guys are professions in the construction of interesting concepts

Jaden Lorentzen

Country like this is badass, never a bad song on their album. Good band.

Kermit Kuhn

The ghost of Sleepy Waters stirs in those lyrics. A good guy when those were rare amongst the power brokers of 1970's Atlanta. Thank you Sleepy, I will never forget what you did. Your life and story would make a damn good book, maybe I should write it.

Aalbert Tunderman

While doing research on the dixie-mob all afternoon I hit this song. It's the cream and strawberry on an already great cake of stories. The writer got perfectly into the mind of a sociopath -killer. Next to surf should be Bufford Stick I guess, having heard Boys From Alabama first. Thanks for posting this.

Drake Kam

this band changed my life

tg4589

I'm not much for country music, but I love these guys.

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