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
Eat like the soil
Rich with disgrace
Oh ,oh
Now made to lie
Made to lie with a dirty man
Oh, oh, oh
Bed full of trees and a back baby
Life on a plantation
Born to die
Born to cry
Born to nothing
Oh, oh
Oh, no, no, nothing
Queen of the field
Born among cotton
Life wasted picking
Back road from whipping
Queen of the field
Born among cotton
Just a little girl
Just a little girl forgotten
Born to cry
Born to die
Born, born to scream not to dream
Lord, meant to dream not to scream
Born a Queen, cotton
How you gonna survive it?
Nuthin', nuthin'
Forgotten