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