MISSISSIPPI YOU¡¯RE ON MY MIND
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Writer Jesse Winchester
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I think I see a wagon rutted road
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With the weeds growing tall between the tracks
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And along one side runs a rusty barbed wire fence
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And beyond that sits an old tar paper shack
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Mississippi you're on my mind
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Mississippi you're on my mind
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Oh, Mississippi you're on my mind
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I think I hear a noisy old John Deere
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In a field specked with dirty cotton lint
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And below the field runs a shady little creek
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And there you'll find the cool green leaves of mint
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Mississippi you're on my mind
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Mississippi you're on my mind
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Oh, Mississippi you're on my mind
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I think I smell the honeysuckle vine
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The heavy sweetness like to make me sick
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And the dogs, my God, they're hungry all the time
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And the snakes are sleeping where the weeds are thick
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Mississippi you're on my mind
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Mississippi you're on my mind
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Oh, Mississippi you're on my mind
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I think I feel an angry oven heat
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The Southern Sun just blazes in the sky
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In the dusty weeds a fat grasshopper jumps
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I want to make it to that creek before I fry
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Mississippi you're on my mind
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Mississippi you're on my mind
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Oh, Mississippi you're on my mind
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Mississippi You¡¯re On My Mind
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Johnny Tillotson |