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