While thinking about going back to the old homeplace where you lived as a kid, i realized while there that there is something about the old cottonfields back home. I remember very vividly the cotton field and trying my hand at picking cotton. Needless to say, i didn't like it. Besides they complained about my not keeping the cotton clean of leaves and trash. I had to stop and watch a mechanical cotton picker back home. They get leaves stems and everything else as they go down the rows. So, what was the big deal years ago? As i recall the price for clean cotton was better so thats the reason they didn't let me pick much cotton. I know there is a cotton picking song that was recorded but can't remember the title but i recall a line or two. My main job as a kid was carrying water to the fields for the pickers. I didn't like that job either. I did hear that if you put some vinegar in the water they would not drink as much. I never got enough nerves to try that because i knew what the consequences would be. Anyway, just reminiscing about them old cotton fields back home.