Oh, Mississippi, you're on my mind



I think I see a wagon rutted road

With the weeds growing tall between the tracks

And along one side an old rusty barbed wire fence

And beyond that sits an old tar paper shack



Mississippi, you're on my mind

Mississippi, you're on my mind

Oh, Mississippi, you're on my mind



I think I hear a noisy old John Deere

In a field specked with dirty cotton lint

And below that field is a shady little creek

And there you'll find the cool green leaves of mint



Mississippi you're on my mind

Mississippi you're on my mind

Oh, Mississippi, you're on my mind



I think I smell a honeysuckle vine

And 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



Mississippi you're on my mind

Mississippi you're on my mind

Oh, Mississippi, you're on my mind



I think I feel an old angry oven heat

And the southern sun just blazes in the sky

In the dusty weeds, an old fat grasshopper jumps

I want to make it to that creek before I fry



Mississippi, you're on my mind

Mississippi, you're on my mind

Oh, Mississippi, you're on my mind

Mississippi, you're on my mind

Mississippi, you're on my mind

Oh, Mississippi, you're on my mind