Mississippi Cotton Picking Delta Town

In a Mississippi cotton pickin' delta town

One dusty street to walk up and down

Nothing much to do but hang around

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 'til my fingers hurt

Draggin' a sack through the delta dirt

I've worked hard the whole weeklong

Pickin' my fingers to the blood and bone

Ain't a lot of money in cotton bale

At least when you try to sell

In a Mississippi cotton pickin' delta town

One dusty street to walk up and down

Nothing much to do but hang around

In a Mississippi cotton pickin' 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 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

Wondering how we'd get back home

In a Mississippi cotton pickin' delta town

One dusty street to walk up and down

Nothing much to do but hang around

In a Mississippi cotton pickin' delta town