Chickasaw County Child

Just outside of Delta country Where the bitter weeds growin' wild Born seven miles outside o' 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 the apple of everyone's eye Chickasaw County child Is gonna be okay Chickasaw County child You gonna be somebody someday Sportin' her checkered feedsack dress A ruby ring from a Cracker Jack box Shufflin' on down that gravel road Barefooted and chunkin' rocks 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 Chickasaw County child Is gonna be okay 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 sorghum molasses And Momma's almanac Momma done made her a brand new dress Made of blue polka dotted silk Two postcards from California An' a gallon of buttermilk Chickasaw County child Is gonna be okay Chickasaw County child You gonna be somebody someday 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) (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)