Mississippi Cotton Pickin` Delta Town — текст песни (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 string to lust 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`...