Carolina Cotton Mill Song

Oh I love to get into my clean bed
With its sheets so fair and white
And when I am in my clean bed
I sleep thru most the night
And my dreams are hardly troubled
By the worrying of my mind
For the workers who die of the brown lung
In the mills of Caroline

Chorus:
Oh the mystical people, they think they are wise
With the smooth on their faces and stars in their eyes
But the truths of this system are spoken and sung
By the workers who bear the brown lung

Oh it's Burlington and Cannon
And the names we wives know well
Who advertise the sheets and towels
And give us the old soft sell
And they'd rather buy the government men
With promotions here and there
Than pay out company profits
For to clean the cotton mill air

(Chorus)
Oh some people talk of the yin and yang
And walk in a kharma daze
As though the influence of the stars
Could change mill owners ways
But the people who work in the cotton mills
They know how the world is run
And they need some help of an earthly kind
To live their time in the sun

(Chorus)
Oh the mystics they wear the blue jeans
But their heads are in the stars
For they do not know how the denim is made
Nor the years of workers' wars
And my place is not in an ivory tower
Or seeking some power divine
But it's out on the bricks with the union folks
At the mills in Caroline

(Chorus)