Bobbie Gentry Chickasaw County Child Lyrics

Chickasaw County Child Lyrics

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