Papa, Won't You Let Me Go To Town With You - 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