Bobbie Gentry

It was the third of june, another sleepy, dusty delta day I was out choppin’ cotton and my brother was balin’ hay And at dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house toeat And mama hollered out the back door “y’all remember to wipe yourfeet” And then she said “i got some news…

“well, i remember it all very well lookin’ back It was the summer that i turned eighteen. We lived in a one-room, run down shack On the outskirts of new orleans. We didn’t have money for food or rent To say the least we was hard-pressed When momma spent every last penny we had To…