Mississippi
Nashville sky, in the morning sunSomewhere up north, a new life begunHe was drawn to the twister, with a Memphis soundKissed by an Angel, of a music town.
Jump a train from Chicago, trace it backWith the neck of a bottle, and the groove of the tracksSpend your life running, that Angels sweet soundChasing the ghosts, of a faraway town.
Oh Mississippi, running through my veinsOh Mississippi, never the same again.