I live south of Memphis In downtown Hollywood And these fields Are all I've ever known Season after season I have worked To find a way To buy a piece of land To call my own Sometimes When that Delta sun Comes beating down Well I swear Those rows of cotton Shine like gold Visions of plenty Roll across my mind Still my hands Are empty And the system's Going dry I keep thinking 'Bout my children What's left Down here for them Just a cotton field Of dreams (Just a billboard full of dreams) And everybody's dreaming Everybody's dreaming Dreaming just like me A sign went up For Harrah's On Highway 61 Promising we'd all Be winners soon So every Friday Evening I go And spin the wheel Sometimes I win Most times I lose These lights Are so much brighter Than I thought They'd be And they make me think I'll see My dreams come true