Mississippi Cotton Picking Delta Town Chords by Charley Pride
Tempo:
61.4 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[B] [E] In a Mississippi cotton [B] picking delta town,
One dusty street, [E] we walk up and down,
Nothing much to see [A] but a starving hound,
[B] In a Mississippi cotton picking delta [E] town.
Down in the delta [B] where I was born,
All we raised was cotton, [E] potatoes and corn,
I've picked cotton [A] till my fingers hurt,
[B] Dragging the sack through that delta [E] dirt,
And I've worked [B] hard the whole week long,
Picking my fingers to [E] the blood and bone,
There ain't a [A] lot of money in a cotton bale,
[B] At least when you try [E] to sell.
[B]
[E] In a Mississippi cotton [B] picking delta town,
One dusty street, [E] we walk up and down,
Nothing much to see [A] but a starving hound,
[B] In a Mississippi cotton picking delta [E]
town.
On Saturday nights, [B] we'd get dressed up,
Catch us a ride [E] on a pickup truck,
On a gravel road it [A] nearly strangled us,
[B] That cotton picking delta [E] does.
We'd sit across the street on [B] the deep old porch,
Looking at the folks [E] looking back at us,
Munching on [A] a dust covered ice [B] cream cone,
Wondering how we'd get [E] back home.
[E] From a Mississippi cotton picking [B] delta town,
One dusty street, [E] we walk up and down,
Nothing much to do but [A] just hang [B] around,
In a Mississippi cotton picking [E] delta [B] town.
From [E] a Mississippi cotton picking [B] delta town,
One dusty [E] street, we walk up and down,
Nothing much to do but just [A] hang [B] around,
In a Mississippi cotton picking delta [E] town.
One dusty street, [E] we walk up and down,
Nothing much to see [A] but a starving hound,
[B] In a Mississippi cotton picking delta [E] town.
Down in the delta [B] where I was born,
All we raised was cotton, [E] potatoes and corn,
I've picked cotton [A] till my fingers hurt,
[B] Dragging the sack through that delta [E] dirt,
And I've worked [B] hard the whole week long,
Picking my fingers to [E] the blood and bone,
There ain't a [A] lot of money in a cotton bale,
[B] At least when you try [E] to sell.
[B]
[E] In a Mississippi cotton [B] picking delta town,
One dusty street, [E] we walk up and down,
Nothing much to see [A] but a starving hound,
[B] In a Mississippi cotton picking delta [E]
town.
On Saturday nights, [B] we'd get dressed up,
Catch us a ride [E] on a pickup truck,
On a gravel road it [A] nearly strangled us,
[B] That cotton picking delta [E] does.
We'd sit across the street on [B] the deep old porch,
Looking at the folks [E] looking back at us,
Munching on [A] a dust covered ice [B] cream cone,
Wondering how we'd get [E] back home.
[E] From a Mississippi cotton picking [B] delta town,
One dusty street, [E] we walk up and down,
Nothing much to do but [A] just hang [B] around,
In a Mississippi cotton picking [E] delta [B] town.
From [E] a Mississippi cotton picking [B] delta town,
One dusty [E] street, we walk up and down,
Nothing much to do but just [A] hang [B] around,
In a Mississippi cotton picking delta [E] town.
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[B] [E] In a Mississippi cotton [B] picking delta town,
One dusty street, [E] we walk up and down,
Nothing much to see [A] but a starving hound,
[B] In a Mississippi cotton picking delta [E] town.
_ Down in the delta [B] where I was born,
All we raised was cotton, [E] potatoes and corn,
I've picked cotton [A] till my fingers hurt,
[B] Dragging the sack through that delta [E] dirt, _
And I've worked [B] hard the whole week long,
Picking my fingers to [E] the blood and bone,
There ain't a [A] lot of money in a cotton bale,
[B] At least when you try [E] to sell.
[B]
[E] In a Mississippi cotton [B] picking delta town,
One dusty street, [E] we walk up and down,
Nothing much to see [A] but a starving hound,
[B] In a Mississippi cotton picking delta [E]
town.
_ On Saturday nights, [B] we'd get dressed up,
Catch us a ride [E] on a pickup truck,
On a gravel road it [A] nearly strangled us,
[B] That cotton picking delta [E] does.
We'd sit across the street on [B] the deep old porch,
Looking at the folks [E] looking back at us,
Munching on [A] a dust covered ice [B] cream cone,
Wondering how we'd get [E] back home.
[E] From a Mississippi cotton picking [B] delta town,
One dusty street, [E] we walk up and down,
Nothing much to do but [A] just hang [B] around,
In a Mississippi cotton picking [E] delta [B] town.
From [E] a Mississippi cotton picking [B] delta town,
One dusty [E] street, we walk up and down,
Nothing much to do but just [A] hang [B] around,
In a Mississippi cotton picking delta [E] town. _ _
One dusty street, [E] we walk up and down,
Nothing much to see [A] but a starving hound,
[B] In a Mississippi cotton picking delta [E] town.
_ Down in the delta [B] where I was born,
All we raised was cotton, [E] potatoes and corn,
I've picked cotton [A] till my fingers hurt,
[B] Dragging the sack through that delta [E] dirt, _
And I've worked [B] hard the whole week long,
Picking my fingers to [E] the blood and bone,
There ain't a [A] lot of money in a cotton bale,
[B] At least when you try [E] to sell.
[B]
[E] In a Mississippi cotton [B] picking delta town,
One dusty street, [E] we walk up and down,
Nothing much to see [A] but a starving hound,
[B] In a Mississippi cotton picking delta [E]
town.
_ On Saturday nights, [B] we'd get dressed up,
Catch us a ride [E] on a pickup truck,
On a gravel road it [A] nearly strangled us,
[B] That cotton picking delta [E] does.
We'd sit across the street on [B] the deep old porch,
Looking at the folks [E] looking back at us,
Munching on [A] a dust covered ice [B] cream cone,
Wondering how we'd get [E] back home.
[E] From a Mississippi cotton picking [B] delta town,
One dusty street, [E] we walk up and down,
Nothing much to do but [A] just hang [B] around,
In a Mississippi cotton picking [E] delta [B] town.
From [E] a Mississippi cotton picking [B] delta town,
One dusty [E] street, we walk up and down,
Nothing much to do but just [A] hang [B] around,
In a Mississippi cotton picking delta [E] town. _ _