Mississippi Cotton Pickin' Delta Town (Ute 33 ) Billie B. Ragsdale

OPENER - MIDDLE BREAK - CLOSER

Sides face, grand square
*Down in the delta where I was born
All we raised was cotton, taters, and corn
I picked cotton till my finger hurt
Draggin' that sack through the delta dirt
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In a Mississippi cotton pickin' delta town
One dusty street
Allemande, promenade
Nothin' much to see but a starvin' hound
In a Mississippi cotton pickin' delta town

FIGURE

Heads touch 1/4 and the boys run right
Swing thru and then the boys run again
Couples circulate and you wheel and deal
Pass thru, trade by, eight chain 5
In a Mississippi cotton pickin' delta town
One dusty street
Allemande, promenade
Nothin' much to see but a starvin' hound
In a Mississippi cotton pickin' delta town
ALTERNATE FIGURE
Side ladies chain, across you go
Sides touch 1/4, walk and dodge you know
Now a right & left thru, and you turn your girl
Pass thru, trade by, eight chain 5
In a Mississippi cotton pickin' delta town
One dusty street
Allemande, promenade
Nothin' much to see but a starvin' hound
In a Mississippi cotton pickin' delta town
ALTERNATE LYRICS FOR MIDDLE BREAK AND CLOSER
*I 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
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*Saturday night we'd get all dressed up
Catch us a ride on a pickup truck
On a gravel road it strangled us
That cotton pickin' delta dust
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*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
Wonderin' how we'd get back home
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All right, y'all, git to pickin' that cotton