Cotton, you grew up in Mississippi on a freshwater crab farmery...
Yeppum. Ever mornin' round 5 me and mah 12 brothers and sisters would um goum down to dern river and pick crabs, but theyd alwaysn' pinch'n me, so they call me Lucky. Cuz it'sum ironic.
First thing I do when I made mah money is hire 12 white people to pickn' cook crabs for me all day long. Me'n' Short Willy Johnson watchem pick'em, but Short Willy is afraid of crabs for some reason.
Mah baby done left me, and I know where she be'n. Mah baby done left me, and I done know where she be'n...
...She done chose the lobster, and there ain't no fish left in the sea.
