Written by Bobbie Gentry

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M, i, double-s, i, double-s, i, double-p, i
Right in the middle of the cotton belt
Down in the Mississippi Delta
Wearin’ last year’s possum belt
Smack dab in the Mississippi Delta

Have me a little o’ that Johnny cake
A bit o’ that apple pan dowdy
Pickin’ them scuppernongs off that vine
Chigger bite, it’s goin’ to beat howdy

Ate me a bucket of muscadine
Sit on the riverbank after dark
Drop my line down a crawdad hole
Do him in with a scaly bark

One-ree-oh-ree-eee-ree-ann
Fidderliss-farce, nickery-john-queery-quan

M, i, double-s, i, double-s, i, double-p, i
M, i, double-s, i, double-s, i, double-p, i

Right in the middle of the cotton belt
Down in the Mississippi Delta
Wearin’ last year’s possum belt
Smack dab in the Mississippi Delta

Sittin’ ‘n’ scratchin’ mosquita bites
Old fox done give him the slip
Watchin’ them mornin’ glories grow
In Biloxi, on an overnight trip

I bet five dollars to win two bets
Eat a peppermint stick on Sunday
Ain’t no use in a-hurryin’ up
Can’t leave ’til a week from Monday

One-ree-oh-ree-eee-ree-ann
Fidderliss-farce, nickery-john-queery-quan

In the Mississippi Delta
Miss-iss-siss-ippi Delta