Porter Wagoner - Dusty Delta Memories lyrics

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