Alicia Keys — Queen of the Field Patsey’s Song

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 [Fade out]