| I left my baby in Mississippi
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| Pickin' cotton down on her knee
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| I left my babe in Mississippi
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| Whoo-ooo, pickin' cottton down on her knee
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| Yeah
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| She said, 'Babe, you get Chicago all right
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| Pleee-ase right me a letter, if you please
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| Yeah
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| I said, 'Baby that’s alright
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| Baby, that’s alright for you'
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| I said, 'Baby that’s al-ri-yi-yight
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| That’s alright for you'
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| She didn’t say, 'Wha'ch a-mean? |
| '
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| You just keep a-pickin' cotton, right there
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| Oh babe, should I get through
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| Yeah
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| Now, I’m 'on leave Mississippi
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| Hopin' I might flag a ride
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| Wh' she say?
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| I said, I 'on leave Mississippi, baby
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| Hopin' I might flag a ride
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| An if I don’t get nobody
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| Oh babe, I’m gon' pass on by
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| 'Play that bossman'
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| (guitar)
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| Yeah
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| Ye-aah
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| Babe, when I get in Chicago
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| I’d a-swear I’m 'on take a train
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| 'Take your time now and play it right
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| 'a 'cause it’s last go round'
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| When I get in Chicago, babe
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| I’d a-swear I’m 'on take a train
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| Yeah
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| I know when I get back to Mississippi
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| I’m sure gonna change yo' name |