Mississippi Cotton Pickin' Delta Town - Charley Pride

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'…

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 and wondering how we’d get back home

From a Mississippi cotton pickin'…

From a Mississippi cotton pickin'…