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# Debut Chart
3 Aug '74 Country
70 Nov '74 Hot 100

Lyrics

In a Mississippi cotton picking Delta town One dusty street to walk up and down Nothing much to see but a starving hound In a Mississippi cotton picking 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 Dragging a sack through that Delta dirt I've worked hard the whole week long Picking my fingers to the blood and bone There ain't a lotta money in a cotton bail At least when you try to sell In a Mississippi cotton picking Delta town One dusty street to walk up and down Nothing much to see but a starving hound In a Mississippi cotton picking Delta town On Saturday night, we'd get dressed up Catch us a ride on a pickup truck On a gravel road, it nearly strangled us That cotton picking Delta dust


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We'd sit across the street on the depot porch Looking at the folks looking back at us Munching on a dust covered ice cream cone Wondering how we'd get back home From a Mississippi cotton picking Delta town One dusty street to walk up and down Nothing much to see but a starving hound In a Mississippi cotton picking Delta town From a Mississippi cotton picking Delta town One dusty street to walk up and down Nothing much to do but just hang around In a Mississippi cotton picking Delta town

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