Delta Blue (Rory Bourke/Joshua Ragsdale/Sonny LeMaire)
You wake up in the mornin’ with the Delta Blue
But there’s a Mississippi oven cookin’ breakfast for you
Spread up your bed, Baby, better wash your hands
Or Mama won’t let you in that biscuit pan
You’ll spend all day choppin’ cotton and firewood too
But the thought of Mama’s chicken is what pulls you through
Slingblade getting heavy while you’re clearin’ the land
But Mama’s sweat’s a sizzlin’ in the fryin’ pan
(First Bridge)
Company’s a comin’ kickin’ dust up the road
Wearin’ fifty miles of travel on their Sunday clothes
Comin’ up from Natchez in that revival tent
It’ll be at least a week before they fall again
We carry the dining room table out way in the yard
Daddy’s got the home made ice cream, make the crankin’ hard
Grandma’s on the front porch coolin’ off by the fan
Uncle John is sipping Jim Beam just as fast as he can
(Second Bridge)
Company’s a leavin’, kickin’ dust up the road
It was good to see ‘em comin’ now we’re glad to see them go
Standing on the front porch we’re all wavin’ goodbye
They took the chocolate cake but Mama’s still bakin’ pie
We go to bed at night and dream ‘bout a new pair of shoes
While the corn and the cotton drink the delta dew
You wake up in the mornin’ just to do it all again
Hear the bacon jumpin’ round in Mama’s fryin’ pan
Mama’s sweat’s a sizzlin’ in the fryin’ pan
