"Dusty Delta Memories" Lyrics

DUSTY DELTA MEMORIES
Writer Damon Black

IT WAS SEVEN IN THE MORNING AND ALREADY IT WAS EIGHTY-FIVE
DEGREES MAMA SAID SHE BET THAT IT WOULD REACH A HUNDRED
CAUSE THERE WASN'T ANY BREEZE PAPA HAD A COTTON SACK
HEADED FOR A FIELD WE DID NOT OWN LITTLE BROTHER WAS
CRYING CAUSE PAPA SAID WE HAD TO COME ALONG OLD SHEP
CAME OFF THE FRONT PORCH HIS BRISTLES RAISED AND READY
FOR A FIGHT MAMA TOLD SOME BILL COLLECTOR BETTER STAY
OUTSIDE THE GATE THAT DOG'LL BITE I REMEMBER US ALL
LAUGHING AS HE DROVE AWAY OLD SHEP JUST LAYED BACK
DOWN IT WAS A DUSTY JULY MORNING IN A MISSISSIPPI DELTA
COTTON TOWN DUSTY DELTA MEMORIES COTTON FIELDS BLOWING
ON MY MIND DUSTY DELTA MEMORIES THEM BRING ON TEARDROPS
TAKE ME BACK HOME KIND NOW I PICK THOSE DAYS LIKE ROSES
EVERYTIME A JULY MORNING COMES ALONG AND MY MEMEORY
TAKES A SHORTCUT RIGHT BACK DOWN THAT GRAVEL ROAD I
WALKED UPON WHEN I'M FALLING SHORT OF HAPPINESS I ALWAYS
TURN THE TABLES OF MY MIND TO THE CORNER OF A COTTON
FIELD AND A WEATHER BEATEN SHACK OF ROUGH CUT PINE