Charley Pride
Miscellaneous
Mississippi Cotton Picking Delta Town (1974)
In a Mississippi cotton picking delta town
One dusty street to walk up and down
Nothing much to do but just hang around
In a Mississippi cotton picking 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
Dragging a sack through that delta dirt
I've worked heard the whole weeklong
Picking my fingers to the blood and bone
Ain't a lotta money in a cotton bail
At least when you try to sell
In a Mississippi cotton picking delta town
One dusty street to walk up and down
Nothing much to do but just hang around
In a Mississippi cotton picking delta town
On Saturday night we’d get dressed up
Catch us a ride on a pickup truck
On a gravel road that nearly strangled us
That cotton picking delta dust
We'd sit across the street on the depot porch
Looking at the folks looking back at us
Munching on a dust covered ice cream cone
Wondering how we'd get back home
From a Mississippi cotton picking delta town
One dusty street to walk up and down
Nothing much to see but starving hound
In a Mississippi cotton picking delta town
In a Mississippi cotton picking delta town
One dusty street to walk up and down
Nothing much to do but just hang around
In a Mississippi cotton picking delta town

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