Took the Continental Trailways 'Cause I didn't have the fare To get from Cincinnati to Los Angeles by air The guy who said he'd meet me In a shiny limousine
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
A gentle breeze from Hushabye Mountain Softly blows over Lullaby bay It fills the sails of boats that are waiting Waiting, to sail your worries away
Another place, another time Another song, another rhyme Is it so wrong to wish it so? The seasons come, the seasons go Another year, another day So long
Pray tell, Jessye' Lisabeth Tell me why you're weeping Pray tell, Jessye' Lisabeth When you should be sleeping What secret are you keeping Jessye' Lisabeth
You You Came into my life It was sunshine everywhere You were outta sight Just standing, shining there Shining there Shining there All my days were bright
Can't seem to settle down Maybe I'll just hang around But every time you pick me up I guess I take you down But here I am again You'll take me back and
I had a most distressing dream last night I dreamed I was a crystal bird Caught in perpetual flight I'd ascend and glide and descend and ride On the
Hurry Tuesday child Its time to be a goin' Your good news day, child Has come at last Hold your chance in your dusty hand One way ticket to a promised
Got a pollywog in your water Tadpole in the moonshine vat An' granddaddy-long-leg climbing on the screen You better watch, you're gonna squash him flat
It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was balin' hay And at dinner time we stopped and walked
La la la la la Ooh hey hey hey La la la la la Every year about this time the local gentry Have a meeting in Chickasaw land They all come to judge each
Good mornin' mornin' glory Good mornin' what's your story Good mornin' where'd you spend the night Where did your night dreams take you Sorry but I had
M I double S I double S I double P I M I double S I double S I double P I Right in the middle of the cotton belt Down in the Mississippi Delta Wearin
Penduli pendulum Swing around, beat the drum In July, I'll deny The illusion I'll be gone, beat the drum There I go, here I come And goodbye means good