Nhạc sĩ: Bobbie Gentry
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
Just outside of Delta country, where the bitter weeds grow and wild.Born seven miles outside of Woodland, was a Chickasaw County child.Papa done brung us some peppermint candy, mama fixed a custard pie.Bought her a store-bought doll from Jackson, she's the apple of everyone's eye.Chickasaw County child, it's gonna be okay.Chickasaw County child, you're gonna be somebody someday.Sportin' her checkin' feed sack dress, a ruby ring from a crackerjack box.Shoppin' on down that gravel road, barefooted and chunkin' rocks.Mama said, look, we're here dumpin', you go far, cause you got style.Ain't nothin' in this world gonna hold her back, Chickasaw County child.Chickasaw County child, it's gonna be okay.Chickasaw County child, you're gonna be somebody someday.Leavin' the county a week from Monday, ain't got much to pack.A tin can of black stripes, ogle molasses, and a farmer's almanac.Mama done made her a brand new dress, and made a blue polka dot itself.Two postcards from California, a gallon of buttermilk.Chickasaw County child, it's gonna be okay.Chickasaw County child, you're gonna be somebody someday.Chickasaw County.Chickasaw County.