Lyrics:

[chorus]in A Mississippi Cotton Pickin&ampapos; Delta Townone Dusty Street To Walk Up And Downnothing Much To Do But Hang Aroundin A Mississippi Cotton Pickin&ampapos; Delta Towndown In The Delta Where I Was Bornall We Raised Was Cotton, Potatoes And Corni&ampapos;ve Picked Cotton &ampapos;til My Fingers Hurtdraggin&ampapos; A Sack Through The Delta Dirti&ampapos;ve Worked Hard The Whole Weeklongpickin&ampapos; My Fingers To The Blood And Boneain&ampapos;t A Lot Of Money In Cotton Baleat Least When You Try To Sell[chorus]on Saturday Night, We&ampapos;d Get Dressed Upcatch Us A Ride On A Pickup Truckon A Gravel Road That Nearly Strangled Usthat Cotton Pickin&ampapos; Delta Dustwe&ampapos;d Sit Across The Street On The Depot Porchlookin&ampapos; At The Folks Lookin&ampapos; Back At Usmunchin&ampapos; On A Dust Covered Ice Cream Conewondering How We&ampapos;d Get Back Home[chorus]