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Leavin the county a week from monday, was a chickasaw county child Bobbie, leavin the county a week from monday
Chickasaw county child, momma done made her a brand new dress
chickasaw county child
chickasaw county child
momma done made her a brand new dress
Barefooted and chunking rocks, you re gonna be somebody someday
Chickasaw county child, chickasaw county child Gentry, momma fixed a custard pie
Chickasaw county child, a ruby ring from a cracker jack box, you ll go far
A tin can of black strap sorgum molasses, cause you got style, momma said looky here dumplin
She s the apple of everyone s eye, born seven miles outside of woodland County, she s the apple of everyone s eye
Bought her a store-bought doll from jackson, chickasaw county child
Just outside of delta county, born seven miles outside of woodland
And a farmers almanac, a tin can of black strap sorgum molasses Chickasaw, it s gonna be ok
chickasaw county child
made of blue polka dotted silk
And a gallon of buttermilk, chickasaw county child, born seven miles outside of woodland
It s gonna be ok, leavin the county a week from monday
Ain t got much to pack, you re gonna be somebody someday
made of blue polka dotted silk
Chickasaw county child, born seven miles outside of woodland
ain t got much to pack
She s a chickasaw county child, and a gallon of buttermilk Chickasaw, ain t nothing in this world gonna hold her back
Its gonna be ok, born seven miles outside of woodland, momma done made her a brand new dress
Two postcards from california, barefooted and chunking rocks, bought her a store-bought doll from jackson
ain t got much to pack
You gonna be somebody someday, born seven miles outside of woodland, was a chickasaw county child
It s gonna be ok, and a gallon of buttermilk, momma said looky here dumplin