Just outside of delta country
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Where the bitter weeds growin wild
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Born seven miles outside of Woodland
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Was a Chicasaw County child
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An Poppa done brung us some peppermint candy
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Momma fixed a custard pie
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Bought her a store-bought doll from Jackson
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She's 'a apple of everyone's eye
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Chickasaw County child
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Is gonna be ok
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Chickasaw County child
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You gonna be somebody someday
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Sporting her checkered feedsack dress
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A ruby ring from a Cracker Jack box
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Shufflin on down that gravel road
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Barefooted and chunking rocks
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Momma said looky here dumplin
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You'll go far, cause you got style
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Ain't nothing in this world gonna hold her back
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Her pretty Chickasaw County child
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Chickasaw County child
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Is gonna be ok
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Chickasaw County child
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You gonna be somebody someday
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Leavin the county a week from Monday
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Ain't got much to pack
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A tin can of black strap sogga molasses
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And her momma's almanac
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Momma done made her a brand new dress
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Made of blue polka dotted silk
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Two postcards from California
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And a gallon of buttermilk
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Chickasaw County child
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Is gonna be ok
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Chickasaw County child
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You gonna be somebody someday
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You gonna be somebody someday
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You gonna be somebody someday
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Chickasaw County Child
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| Bobbie Gentry |
