Dusty Delta Memories Lyrics - Porter Wagoner

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 sheep 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 sheep just laid 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 

Every time a July morning comes along 

And my memory 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