Chickasaw Country Child Songtext
von Bobbie Gentry

Just outside of Delta country
Where the bitter weeds growin′ wild
Born seven miles outside o' 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 the apple of everyone's eye

Chickasaw County child
Is gonna be okay
Chickasaw County child
You gonna be somebody someday

Sportin′ her checkered feedsack dress
A ruby ring from a Cracker Jack box
Shufflin′ on down that gravel road
Barefooted and chunkin' rocks


Momma said "Look-a here, Dumplin′
You'll go far ′cause you got style"
Ain't nothin′ in this world gonna hold her back
Her pretty Chickasaw County child

Chickasaw County child
Is gonna be okay
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 sorghum molasses
And Momma′s almanac

Momma done made her a brand new dress
Made of blue polka dotted silk
Two postcards from California
An′ a gallon of buttermilk

Chickasaw County child
Is gonna be okay
Chickasaw County child
You gonna be somebody someday


You gonna be somebody someday
(Chicka, chicka, chicka, chicka, chicka, chicka)
You gonna be somebody someday
(Chicka, chicka, chicka, chicka, chicka, chicka)
(Chicka, chicka, chicka, chicka)

(Chickasaw, Chickasaw, Jackson, Lord, Chickasaw)
(Chickasaw, Chickasaw, Jackson, Lord, Chickasaw)
(Chickasaw, Chickasaw, Jackson, Lord, Chickasaw)
(Chickasaw, Chickasaw, Jackson, Lord, Chickasaw)
(Chickasaw, Chickasaw, Jackson, Lord, Chickasaw)