Текст песни Charley Pride - Mississippi Cotton Pickin` Delta Town
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In a Mississippi cotton pickin` Delta town one dusty street to walk up and downNothin` much to see but a starvin` hound in a Mississippi cotton pickin` Delta townDown in the Delta where I was born all we raised was cotton potatoes and cornI`ve picked cotton till my fingers hurt draggin` the sack through that Delta dirtAnd I`ve worked hard the whole week long pickin` my fingers to the blood and boneThere ain`t a lot of money in a cotton bale at least when you try to sellIn a Mississippi cotton pickin`...On Saturday nights we`d get dressed up catch us a ride on a pickup truckOn a gravel road it nearly string to lust that cotton pickin` Delta dustWe`d sit across the street on the depot porch lookin` at the folks lookin` back at usMunchin` on a dust covered ice cream cone and wondering how we`d get back homeFrom a Mississippi cotton pickin`...From a Mississippi cotton pickin`...