Bob Dylan Miss The Mississippi
I'm growing tired of these big city lights
Tired of the glamor and tired of the sights
In all my dreams I am roaming once more
Back to my home on the old river shore
I am sad and weary far away from home
Miss the Mississippi and you dear
Nights are dark and dreary everywhere I roam
Miss the Mississippi and you
Roaming this wide world over
Always alone and blue, blue
Nothing seems to cheer me under heaven's dome
Miss the Mississippi and you
Memories are bringing happy days of yore
Missing Mississippi and you
Mocking birds are singing around the cabin door
Missing Mississippi and you
Roaming this wide world over
Always alone and blue, so blue
Longing for my homeland, muddy water shore
Miss the Mississippi and you
