Mississippi You're On My Mind

Mississippi your on my mind by Jesse Winchetser I think I see a wagon rutted road with the weeds growing tall between the tracks, and along one side runs a rusty barbed wire fence and beyond there sits an old tar paper shack Mississippi, you're on my mind, Missis--sippi, you're on my mind, woh, woh Missis- -sippi you're on my mind. I think I hear a noisy old John Deer in a field specked with dirty cotton lint, and below the field runs a little shady creek, and there you'll find the cool green leaves of mint. {Chorus} I think I smell the honeysuckle vine, 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. {Chorus} I think I feel an angry oven heat, the southern sun just blazes in the sky. And in the dusty weeds, an old fat grasshopper jumps. I wanna make it to that creek before I fry. {Chorus} submitted by Allan Hurd [email protected]