Chickasaw County Child: The Artistry of Bobbie Gentry lyrics

Another place, another time

Another song, another rhyme

Is it so wrong to wish it so?

The seasons come, the seasons go
Another year, another day

So long ago, and far away....

There was a time when we could do anything

With a brown paper bag and piece of string

Go for a ride, we'd put the car-top down

Somehow we'd end up in another town

Rain on my Sunday shoes

Pick up the daily news

Looks like tomorrows blues

But its better than none

Call on the telephone

knowin' that he's not home

I'll put on the Rollin' Stones

And I can have me some fun

Start up a flight of stairs

Stand up and comb your hair

Try not to change things

More than you can withstand

Get into something new

Benjamin rode out of Montana

On a Palomino pony

He told me he was all alone

He lost his family in forty-nine

Benjamin took me to San Diego

Guess we caused quite a commotion

Selling Pacific ocean water

And callin' it seaweed wine

(Chorus)

Oh, I never had as good a friend as Benjamin

He loved to travel

He'd been ever' place I'd been and back again

That boy could unravel

Beverly packs her lunch pail silently

In the light of the dawn's gray gloom

In her lonely room

Beverly works all day at the factory

On her feet from five to nine

On the assembly line

Beverly drifts away into a reverie

Dreaming of the girl she used to be

When her heart was alive

And there were nights

When Beverly would go out dancing

The stars lit up the Latin sky

Billy the kid I understand you

It really ain't your fault that the west is so wild

Billy the kid cain't reprimand you

You must have been deprived when you was a child

Whoopee ti yi yipee yipee, shoot 'em in the belly Billy

Ti yi yipee yipee, shoot 'em in the head

Ti yi yipee yipee, saw you on the telly Billy

Late late showdown - down dead

You're headed for the last round up

Here are some samples of the fabric, Miss Morgan

I know how painful it must be

But I guess it's your responsibility

I understand he was your fiancee
What a tragedy

Everybody wants to go to heaven, Miss Morgan

But nobody wants to die

Have you often wondered why

And why are your eyes so dry

It would help to cry

This is a popular, dusty-rose velvet Miss Morgan

Hurry Tuesday child

Its time to be a goin'

Your good news day, child

Has come at last
Hold your chance in your dusty hand

One way ticket to a promised land

I understand

No more blues day child

Hard time is far behind you

Hurry Tuesday child

Your fortune's gonna find you

Oh the good life is just ahead

Satin shoes and a feather bed

Instead of

A gentle breeze from hushabye mountain

Softly blows o'er lullaby bay

It fills the sails of boats that are waiting
Waiting to sail your worries away

It isn't far to hushabye mountain

And your boat waits down by the key

The winds of night so softly are sighing

Soon they will fly your troubles to sea

So close your eyes on hushabye mountain

Wave goodbye to cares of the day

You

You

Came into my life

It was sunshine everywhere
You were outta sight

Just standing, shining there

Shining there

Shining there

All my days were bright

You took me to the sky

You showed me the light

You taught me how to fly to the clouds

Straight up to heaven

Was it just a dream

I couldn't tell if you were really real

Was it just a dream

Marigolds and tangerines

And lots of rusty window screens

Funny Paper, fountain pen
And patchwork things to cover in

Puppy dogs and potpourri

Oh won't you come and live with me

Tambourine and tape machine

And clippings from a magazine

No commitments, no demands

Just marmalade and music stands

Stay with me and spend some time

Just wish it so and we can rhyme

M I double S I double S I double P I

M I double S I double S I double P I

Right in the middle of the cotton belt

Down in the Mississippi Delta
Wearin' last years possum belt

Smack dab in the Mississippi Delta

Have me a little that Johnny cake

A little bit of that apple pan dowdy

Pickin them scuppernon's off that vine

Chigger bite, it's goin' to beat howdy

La la la la la

Ooh hey hey hey

La la la la la

Every year about this time the local gentry
Have a meeting in Chickasaw land

They all come to judge each and every entry

That wants to try out for the Okolona band

All the way from the Kosciusko

Up from Biloxi Shore

All in all theres not a half grown man

That wouldn't like to be

In the Okolona River Bottom Band

Penduli pendulum

Swing around, beat the drum

In July, I'll deny

The illusion

I'll be gone, beat the drum

There I go, here I come

And goodbye means good try

No conclusion

Pendulum

Like perfect rhyme

Always in predicted time

Penduli when will I learn

Departure means a sure return

Slice the pie, leave a crumb

What have I now become

When the lie is just some

I had a most distressing dream last night

I dreamed I was a crystal bird

Caught in perpetual flight

I'd ascend and glide and descend and ride

On the wind and never alight

I had a most distressing dream last night

Glass enclosed, exposed wherever I flew

With no control and a crystal soul

That one could see right thru

No ethereal nest where I could rest