Mississippi Cotton Picking Delta Town

In a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town
 One dusty street to walk up and down
 Nothin' much to see but a starvin' hound
 In a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town
 Down in the Delta where I was born
 All we raised was cotton, potatoes and corn
 I've picked cotton till my fingers hurt
 Draggin' the sack through that Delta dirt
 And I've worked hard the whole week long
 Pickin' my fingers to the blood and bone
 There ain't a lot of money in a cotton bale
 At least when you try to sell
 In a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town
 One dusty street to walk up and down
 Nothin' much to see but a starvin' hound
 In a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town
 On Saturday nights we'd get dressed up
 Catch us a ride on a pickup truck
 On a gravel road, it nearly strangled us
 That cotton pickin' Delta dust
 We'd sit across the street on the depot porch
 Lookin' at the folks lookin' back at us
 Munchin' on a dust covered ice cream cone
 Wondering how we'd get back home
 From a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town
 One dusty street to walk up and down
 Nothin' much to do but just hang around
 In a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town
 From a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town
 One dusty street to walk up and down
 Nothin' much to do but just hang around
 In a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town