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BIn a EMississippi cotton pickin' BDelta town
One dusty street to Ewalk up and down
Nothin' much to see but a Astarvin' hound
In a BMississippi cotton pickin' Delta Etown
EDown in the Delta where BI was born
All we raised was cotton, poEtatoes and corn
I've picked cotton till my Afingers hurt
BDraggin' the sack through that Delta Edirt
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 Bleast when you try to Esell
BIn a EMississippi cotton pickin' BDelta town
One dusty street to Ewalk up and down
Nothin' much to see but a Astarvin' hound
In a BMississippi cotton pickin' Delta Etown
On Saturday nights we'd Bget dressed up
Catch us a ride on a Epickup truck
On a gravel road, it nearly Astrangled us
That Bcotton pickin' Delta EdustB
EWe'd sit across the street on the Bdepot porch
Lookin' at the folks lookin' Eback at us
Munchin' on a dust covered Aice cream cone
BWondering how we'd get back Ehome
BFrom a EMississippi cotton pickin' BDelta town
One dusty street to Ewalk up and down
Nothin' much to do but just Ahang around
In a BMississippi cotton pickin' Delta Etown
BFrom a EMississippi cotton pickin' BDelta town
One dusty street to Ewalk up and down
Nothin' much to do but just Ahang around
In a EMississippi cotton pickin' BDelta Etown
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