As the cotton was being picked in sync, so was the humming of the cotton pickers. The rhythm of the humming going hand-in-hand with the picking of the bud of cotton sparked the creation of work songs. The work was long and hard. After years of working in silence, one voice turned the silence into a simple melody. That simple melody turning into a harmonious sound that no whip nor chain could strip a man of. The humming began to evolve into a formation of words. The words expressed the loneliness, sadness, and every emotion a black man was feeling through the difficulties of life. The harmonious words began to tell a story. One slave would begin to hum to the rhythm of his picking. He would hum softly at first, then begin to grow in
