C                               G7  
In a Mississippi cotton picking Delta town  
                    C  
One dusty street to walk up and down 
                          F  
Nothing much to see but a starving hound  
     G7                               C  
In a Mississippi cotton picking Delta town 
 
                          G7  
Down in the Delta where I was born  
                             C  
All we raised was cotton potatoes and corn 
                           F  
I've picked cotton till my fingers hurt  
 G7                                   C  
Dragging the sack through that Delta dirt 
 
                         G7  
And I've worked hard the whole week long  
                          C  
Picking my fingers to the blood and bone 
                                F  
There ain't a lot of money in a cotton bale  
   G7                    C  
At least when you try to sell 
 
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                            G7  
On Saturday nights we'd get dressed up  
                     C  
Catch us a ride on a pickup truck 
                           F  
On a gravel road it nearly strangled us  
     G7                   C  
That cotton picking Delta dust 
 
                              G7  
We'd sit across the street on the depot porch  
                             C  
Looking at the folks looking back at us 
                           F  
Munching on a dust covered ice cream cone  
    G7                          C  
And wondering how we'd get back home 
 
Repeat #1