Mississippi, You're on My Mind - Jesse Winchester
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,
Missis-sippi you're on my mind.
I think I hear a noisy old John Deere 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.
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.
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.