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These Cotton Pickin' Blues lyrics
One dusty street to walk up and down
Nothing 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 'til my fingers hurt
Draggin' a 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
Nothing much to see but a starvin' hound
In a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town
On Saturday night, we'd get dressed up
Catch us a ride on a pickup truck
On a gravel road it nearly strangled us
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
Wondering how we'd get back home
From a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town
One dusty street to walk up and down
Nothing much to do but just hang around
In a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town
From a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town
One dusty street to walk up and down
Nothing much to do but just hang around
In a Mississippi cotton pickin' Delta town
One dusty street to walk up and down
Nothing much to see but a starvin' hound
Part of these releases
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- Track 9 on An Introduction to Earl Hooker
- 8 How Long Can This Go On
- 10 The Leading Brand
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- Track 23 on Messin' With the Kid'
- 24 Two Headed Woman
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