01_Mississippi

South of Memphis, down route sixty one
Drinking lightning from a bottle, while we wait on the sun
Delta people, grown from the mud,
The cross roads of music, flowin’ deep in their blood....
I don’t know if I can leave, Mississippi
Smellin’ catfish, mamas cooking outback
Just up the hill behind the little ol’ shack
Feel the magic, it’s thick in the air
Papas up and dancing, music is everywhere
I don’t know if I can leave, Mississippi
Everybody! Start a party!
Everybody! Start a party!
Throw your hands up, move you soul
Let your body loose control.
You can feel it, oh muddy waters
Great River, wash over me.... Mississippi
Sunday Morning, brings a new light
The church bells ring away Saturday night
And now I worry, for whom the bell tolls
Lay me down in the water, I was lost now I’m home
I don’t ever wanna ever leave, Mississippi