Charley Pride - Mississippi cotton picking delta town

^BIn a ^EMississippi cotton pickin' ^B7Delta town One dusty street to ^Ewalk up and down Nothin' much to see but a ^Astarvin' hound In a ^B7Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta t^Eown

^EDown in the Delta where ^B7I was born All we raised was cotton, po^Etatoes and corn I've picked cotton till my ^Afingers hurt ^B7Draggin' the sack through that Delta d^Eirt And I've worked hard the ^Bwhole week long Pickin' my fingers to the ^Eblood and bone There ain't a lot of money in a ^Acotton bale At ^B7least when you try to s^Eell

^BIn a ^EMississippi cotton pickin' ^B7Delta town One dusty street to ^Ewalk up and down Nothin' much to see but a ^Astarvin' hound In a ^B7Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta t^Eown

On Saturday nights we'd ^B7get dressed up Catch us a ride on a ^Epickup truck On a gravel road, it nearly ^Astrangled us That ^B7cotton pickin' Delta d^Eust ^{B E}We'd sit across the street on the ^B7depot porch Lookin' at the folks lookin' ^Eback at us Munchin' on a dust covered ^Aice cream cone ^B7Wondering how we'd get back h^Eome

^BFrom a ^EMississippi cotton pickin' ^B7Delta town One dusty street to ^Ewalk up and down Nothin' much to do but just ^Ahang around In a ^B7Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta t^Eown ^BFrom a ^EMississippi cotton pickin' ^B7Delta town One dusty street to ^Ewalk up and down Nothin' much to do but just ^Ahang around In a ^EMississippi cotton pickin' ^B7Delta t^Eown