7
D
A7
In a Mississippi cotton picking delta town,D
One dusty street to walk up and down,G
Nothing much to see but a starving houndA7
D
In a Mississippi cotton picking delta town.
D
A7
Down in the delta where I was born,D
All we raised was cotton, potatoes and corn,G
Ive picked cotton till my fingers hurt,A7
D
Dragging that sack thru that delta dirt.
D
A7
And Ive worked hard the whole week long,D
Picking my fingers to the blood and bone,G
There aint a lot of money in a cotton bale,A7
D
At least not when youre trying to sell.
D
A7
In a Mississippi cotton picking delta town,D
One dusty street to walk up and down,G
Nothing much to see but a starving houndA7
D
In a Mississippi cotton picking delta town.D
A7
On Saturday nights wed get dressed up,D
Catch us a drive on a pickup truck,G
On a gravel road it nearly strangled us,A7
That cotton picking delta dust.
D
A7
Wed sit across the street on the depot porch,D
Looking at the folks looking back at us,G
Munching on a dust covered ice cream cone,A7
D
And wondering how wed get back home.
D
A7
In a Mississippi cotton picking delta town,D
One dusty street to walk up and down,G
Nothing much to see but a starving houndA7
D
In a Mississippi cotton picking delta town.
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