Mississippi Cotton Picking Delta Town

Mississippi Cotton Picking Delta Town - Charley Pride

In a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town

One dusty street to walk up and down

Nothing 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

Nothing 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

Looking at the folks looking back at us

Munchin on a dust covered ice cream cone

Wondering how we'd get back home

From a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town

One dusty street to walk up and down

Nothing much to do 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

Nothing much to do but a starvin' hound

In a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town