| So you’re headed down a Southern way
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| Passing thru the Delta some time today?
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| In my mind, pictures line the walls
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| Of a place I used to know, and vividly recall
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| I love you so much, and you sure sing good
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| And it would mean so much to me, if you would
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| Sing the Delta a love song for me!
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| It’s the land where the cotton used to grow
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| That owns a piece of my heart and soul
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| It’s where my people, on both sides, going back
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| Eked-out a living farming and filling them old cotton sacks
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| Dad took us West when I was a little child
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| But it’s in my blood, and it’s still flowing strong and wild
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| Sing the Delta a love song for me!
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| Sing the Delta a love song for me!
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| Lay it down on that ole river, let it roll on out to the sea!
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| The Delta lived in my Momma’s voice and in her hands
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| It’s a language my spirit understands, so
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| Sing the Delta a love song for me?
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| You give it all just the way your Daddy does
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| You both got your demons, but they’re cloaked in love
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| And I know that life’s putting your calling to the test
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| But you’ve got something that sets you right up 'long side the very best
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| So take that heart, good as Heaven ever made
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| And that voice that lays like August in the shade
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| And sing the Delta a love song for me! |