Mississippi Cotton Pickin' Delta Town

(Dallas Frazier - Arthur Leo Owens)



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' 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.



On Saturday nights we'd get dressed up

Catch us a ride on a pickup truck

On a gravel road it neatly 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' 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.



From 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...