Charley Pride - In A Mississippi Cotton Pickin' Delta Town, аккорды песни для гитары

C
                               
G7
  
In a Mississippi cotton picking Delta town  
                    
C
  
One dusty street to walk up and down 
                          
F
  
Nothing much to see but a starving hound  
     
G7
                               
C
  
In a Mississippi cotton picking Delta town 
 
                          
G7
  
Down in the Delta where I was born  
                             
C
  
All we raised was cotton potatoes and corn 
                           
F
  
I've picked cotton till my fingers hurt  
 
G7
                                   
C
  
Dragging the sack through that Delta dirt 
 
                         
G7
  
And I've worked hard the whole week long  
                          
C
  
Picking my fingers to the blood and bone 
                                
F
  
There ain't a lot of money in a cotton bale  
   
G7
                    
C
  
At least when you try to sell 
 
Repeat #1 
 
                            
G7
  
On Saturday nights we'd get dressed up  
                     
C
  
Catch us a ride on a pickup truck 
                           
F
  
On a gravel road it nearly strangled us  
     
G7
                   
C
  
That cotton picking Delta dust 
 
                              
G7
  
We'd sit across the street on the depot porch  
                             
C
  
Looking at the folks looking back at us 
                           
F
  
Munching on a dust covered ice cream cone  
    
G7
                          
C
  
And wondering how we'd get back home 
 
Repeat #1

C
                               
G7
  
In a Mississippi cotton picking Delta town  
                    
C
  
One dusty street to walk up and down 
                          
F
  
Nothing much to see but a starving hound  
     
G7
                               
C
  
In a Mississippi cotton picking Delta town 
 
                          
G7
  
Down in the Delta where I was born  
                             
C
  
All we raised was cotton potatoes and corn 
                           
F
  
I've picked cotton till my fingers hurt  
 
G7
                                   
C
  
Dragging the sack through that Delta dirt 
 
                         
G7
  
And I've worked hard the whole week long  
                          
C
  
Picking my fingers to the blood and bone 
                                
F
  
There ain't a lot of money in a cotton bale  
   
G7
                    
C
  
At least when you try to sell 
 
Repeat #1 
 
                            
G7
  
On Saturday nights we'd get dressed up  
                     
C
  
Catch us a ride on a pickup truck 
                           
F
  
On a gravel road it nearly strangled us  
     
G7
                   
C
  
That cotton picking Delta dust 
 
                              
G7
  
We'd sit across the street on the depot porch  
                             
C
  
Looking at the folks looking back at us 
                           
F
  
Munching on a dust covered ice cream cone  
    
G7
                          
C
  
And wondering how we'd get back home 
 
Repeat #1