How the weather in the country How the weather down south How the weather in the Delta How the food taste in your mouth Butter beans and cornbread Grits and greens Candied yams and black eye peas If you goin' to Mississippi, where that Delta sky is sweet and clear Ooo y'all I'm stuck here in Chicago, please don't leave me When you seeLou Della tell her hey for me Last time I saw her, it was in my dreams She the sweetest thing under the sun When I think about some loving, she's still the one Now if you're goin' to Mississippi, where that Delta sky is sweet and clear Well you know I'm stuck here in Chicago, please don't leave me What they doing in Vicksberg, down in Aberdeen They got more fine big legged women any one man's ever seen What they doing in Jackson and little ol' Itta Bena I ain't been in Clarksdale since 1963 'Cause If you going to Mississippi, where that Delta sky is sweet and clear Y'all I'm stuck here in Chicago, please don't leave me How the weather in the desert Sure cold up here Baby run off and left me, late last year It was chuck cold crippler, deep deep snow on the ground Came home late home in the evening she done tore my playhouse down So if you going to Mississippi, where that Delta sky is sweet and clear Ooo y'all I'm stuck here in Chicago, please don't leave me Don't leave Babe don't leave me here Please don't leave Please don't leave me here Please Please don't leave me here Please don't leave me Please don't leave me here Please don't leave me Please don't leave me here Please don't leave