Chickasaw County Child

Lyrics
[Verse 1] Just outside of Delta country Where the bitter weeds growin' wild Born seven miles outside o' Woodland Was a Chicasaw County child [Verse 2] An' Poppa done brung us some peppermint candy Momma fixed a custard pie Bought her a store-bought doll from Jackson She's the apple of everyone's eye [Chorus] Chickasaw County child Is gonna be okay Chickasaw County child You gonna be somebody someday [Verse 3] Sportin' her checkered feedsack dress A ruby ring from a Cracker Jack box Shufflin' on down that gravel road Barefooted and chunkin' rocks [Verse 4] Momma said "Look-a here, Dumplin' You'll go far 'cause you got style" Ain't nothin' in this world gonna hold her back Her pretty Chickasaw County child [Chorus] Chickasaw County child Is gonna be okay Chickasaw County child You gonna be somebody someday [Verse 5] Leavin' the county a week from Monday Ain't got much to pack A tin can of black strap sorghum molasses And a Farmers' Almanac [Verse 6] Momma done made her a brand new dress Made of blue polka dotted silk Two postcards from California An' a gallon of buttermilk [Chorus] Chickasaw County child Is gonna be okay Chickasaw County child You gonna be somebody someday [Post Chorus] You gonna be somebody someday (Chicka, chicka, chicka, chicka, chicka, chicka) You gonna be somebody someday (Chicka, chicka, chicka, chicka, chicka, chicka) (Chicka, chicka, chicka, chicka) [Outro] (Chickasaw, Chickasaw, Jackson, Lord, Chickasaw) (Chickasaw, Chickasaw, Jackson, Lord, Chickasaw) (Chickasaw, Chickasaw, Jackson, Lord, Chickasaw) (Chickasaw, Chickasaw, Jackson, Lord, Chickasaw) (Chickasaw, Chickasaw, Jackson, Lord, Chickasaw)
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Credits
- Writers
- Bobbie Gentry