B E B7 In a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta townE One dusty street to walk up and downA Nothin' much to see but a starvin' houndB7 E In a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town [Verse 1]E B7 Down in the Delta where I was bornE All we raised was cotton, potatoes and cornA I've picked cotton till my fingers hurtB7 E Draggin' the sack through that Delta dirtB And I've worked hard the whole week longE Pickin' my fingers to the blood and boneA There ain't a lot of money in a cotton baleB7 E At least when you try to sell [Chorus]B E B7 In a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta townE One dusty street to walk up and downA Nothin' much to see but a starvin' houndB7 E In a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town [Verse 2]B7 On Saturday nights we'd get dressed upE Catch us a ride on a pickup truckA On a gravel road, it nearly strangled usB7 E B That cotton pickin' Delta dustE B7 We'd sit across the street on the depot porchE Lookin' at the folks lookin' back at usA Munchin' on a dust covered ice cream coneB7 E Wondering how we'd get back home [Chorus]B E B7 From a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta townE One dusty street to walk up and downA Nothin' much to do but just hang aroundB7 E In a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta townB E B7 From a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta townE One dusty street to walk up and downA Nothin' much to do but just hang aroundE B7 E In a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town
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