Тональность
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
Repeat #1
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
