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