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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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