Текст (слова) песни: Charley Pride - Mississippi Cotton Pickin` Delta Town
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`...
On Saturday nights we`d get dressed up catch us a ride on a pickup truck On a gravel road it nearly 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`... From a Mississippi cotton pickin`...
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