(Dallas Frazier - Arthur Leo Owens)      In a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town   One dusty street to walk up and down   Nothin' much to see but a starvin' hound   In a Mississippi cotton pickin' 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   Draggin' the sack through that Delta dirt.      And I've worked hard the whole week long   Pickin' my fingers to the blood and bone   There ain't a lot of money in a cotton bale   At least when you try to sell.      In a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town   One dusty street to walk up and down   Nothin' much to see but a starvin' hound   In a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town.      On Saturday nights we'd get dressed up   Catch us a ride on a pickup truck   On a gravel road it neatly string to lust   That cotton pickin' Delta dust.      We'd sit across the street on the depot porch   Lookin' at the folks lookin' back at us   Munchin' on a dust covered ice cream cone   And wondering how we'd get back home.      From a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town   One dusty street to walk up and down   Nothin' much to see but a starvin' hound   In a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town.      From a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town   One dusty street to walk up and down   Nothin' much to see but a starvin' hound   In a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town...