Queen of the field
Born among cotton
Life wasted picking
Ignore the screaming

Queen of the field
Born among cotton
Just a little girl
A little girl forgotten

Born to cry
Born to die
Born to nothing
Once was a royal
Oh, such a beautiful face, yeah
Deep like the soil
Rich with disgrace, oh

Now made to lie
Made to lie with a dirty man, oh
Bed full of trees and a back baby
Life on a plantation

Born to cry
Born to die
Born to nothing, oh
Oh, no, no, no, no, nothing
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm

Queen of the field
Born among cotton
Life wasted picking
Back road from whipping

Queen of the field
Eh, born among cotton
Just a little girl
Just a little girl forgotten

Born to cry
Born to die, oh
Born to scream not to dream, lord
Meant to dream not to scream, born a queen, oh
Cotton, oh, cotton, aah
How you gonna survive it?
How yous gonna survive it?
Wanted nothing, nothing, nothing