I think I see a wagon -rutted road
With the weeds growing tall
runs a rusty barbed wire fence
And beyond that sits an old
Mississippi you're on my mind
Mississippi you're on my mind
Oh Lord, Mississippi you're on my mind
I think I hear a noisy old John Deere
In a field specked with dirty cotton lint
runs a little shady creek
And there you'll find the cool
Mississippi, you're on my mind
Mississippi, you're on my mind
I think I smell the honeysuckle vine
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
I think I feel an angrier than heat
The southern sun just blazes in the sky
I want to make it to that creek
Mississippi, you're on my mind
Mississippi, you're on my mind
Oh Lord, Mississippi you're
Mississippi you're on my mind,
Mississippi you're on my mind
Oh Lord, Mississippi you're
Mississippi you're on my mind
Mississippi you're on my mind
Oh Lord, Mississippi you're
Mississippi you're on my mind
Mississippi you're on my mind
Oh, Lord, Mississippi, you're on my mind
