Key: B
Introduction:
B E B
In a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town
E
One dusty street to walk up and down
A
Nothin' much to see but a starvin' hound
B E
In a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town
verse 1
E B
Down in the Delta where I was born
E
All we raised was cotton, potatoes and corn
A
I've picked cotton till my fingers hurt
B E
Draggin' the sack through that Delta dirt
B
And I've worked hard the whole week long
E
Pickin' my fingers to the blood and bone
A
There ain't a lot of money in a cotton bale
B E
At least when you try to sell
B E B
In a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town
E
One dusty street to walk up and down
A
Nothin' much to see but a starvin' hound
B E
In a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town
verse 2
B
On Saturday nights we'd get dressed up
E
Catch us a ride on a pickup truck
A
On a gravel road, it nearly strangled us
B E B
That cotton pickin' Delta dust
E B
We'd sit across the street on the depot porch
E
Lookin' at the folks lookin' back at us
A
Munchin' on a dust covered ice cream cone
B E
Wondering how we'd get back home
B E B
From a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town
E
One dusty street to walk up and down
A
Nothin' much to do but just hang around
B E
In a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town
B E B
From a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town
E
One dusty street to walk up and down
A
Nothin' much to do but just hang around
E B E
In a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town