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 runs a

rusty barbed wire fence and beyond there

sits an old tar paper shack

mississippi

you're on my mind

mississippi

you're on my mind

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 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