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Mississippi Cotton Pickin' 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 townDown 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 dirtAnd 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 sellIn 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 townOn 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 dustWe'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 homeFrom 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 townFrom 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

Songwriters

Harold Dorman;George GannPublished by

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