Turn around man, don't be caught in a corner -
he's got a plan that will keep you safe.
It's just what you need, it's the seed of a promise;
heaven's closer with a crop that pays.
Don't sell the farm just to keep your little acre;
the future's brighter than the height of day!
Just give him one season to show what you've been missing -
no other way but forward.
Too good to last ...
More than one summer, you gave all he asked you -
no way to bargain with the devil's rate.
Rain mixed with blood as the soil kept on drying,
'til it hit you like the noontime rays:
better off dead than a broke man owing -
drink the hope from the cup he made (go on, go on).
Liquid poison kept your cotton from growing,
coats your throat, now it's over ...