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