Chickasaw County Child Lyrics - Singles - Bobbie Gentry

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 us some peppermint candy 

Momma fixed a custard pie 

Bought her a store-bought doll from Jackson 

She's 'a apple of everyone's eye 

Chickasaw County child 

Is gonna be ok 

Chickasaw County child 

You gonna be somebody someday 

Sporting her checkered feedsack dress 

A ruby ring from a Cracker Jack box 

Shufflin on down that gravel road 

Barefooted and chunking rocks 

Momma said looky here dumplin 

You'll go far, cause you got style 

Ain't nothing in this world gonna hold her back 

Her pretty Chickasaw County child 

Chickasaw County child 

Is gonna be ok 

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 sogga molasses 

And her momma's almanac 

Momma done made her a brand new dress 

Made of blue polka dotted silk 

Two postcards from California 

And a gallon of buttermilk 

Chickasaw County child 

Is gonna be ok 

Chickasaw County child 

You gonna be somebody someday 

You gonna be somebody someday 

You gonna be somebody someday