作词 : Gentry
Just outside of delta country 
Where the bitter weeds growin wild 
Born seven miles outside of 
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 'a apple of everyone's eye 
Chickasaw 
County child 
Is gonna be ok 
Chickasaw 
County child 
You gonna be somebody someday 
Sporting her checkered feedsack dress 
A ruby ring from a 
Cracker Jack box 
Shufflin on down that gravel road 
Barefooted and chunking rocks 
Momma said looky here dumplin 
You'll go far, cause you got style 
Ain't nothing in this world gonna hold her back 
Her pretty 
Chickasaw 
County child 
Chickasaw 
County child 
Is gonna be ok 
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 sogga molasses 
And her momma's almanac 
Momma done made her a brand new dress 
Made of blue polka dotted silk 
Two postcards from 
California 
And a gallon of buttermilk 
Chickasaw 
County child 
Is gonna be ok 
Chickasaw 
County child 
You gonna be somebody someday 
You gonna be somebody someday 
You gonna be somebody someday