Вершы: Kate Campbell. Visions Of Plenty.

I live south of Memphis in downtown Hollywood
And these fields are all I?ve ever known
Season after season I have worked to find a way
To buy a piece of land to call my own
Sometimes when that Delta sun comes beating down
Well I swear those rows of cotton shine like gold

Visions of plenty
Roll across my mind
Still my hands are empty
And the system?s going dry
I keep thinking 'bout my children
What?s left down here for them
Just a cotton field of dreams (just a billboard full of dreams)
And everybody?s dreaming
Everybody?s dreaming
Dreaming just like me

A sign went up for Harrah?s on Highway 61
Promising we?d all be winners soon
So every Friday evening I go and spin the wheel
Sometimes I win, most times I lose
These lights are so much brighter than I thought they?d be
And they make me think I?ll see my dreams come true