missouri

i often wish that i could see

my old hometown once more

the old red school i went to

with the little girl next door

i see that stopper bobbin'

when the catfish start to bite

i see a blue sky framin'

little clouds of snowy white

missouri

i hear you callin' me

missouri

you'll never let me be

missouri i know i can't be free

my heart will yearn till i return

missouri's callin' me

in memory

i still can see

that oak tree on the lawn

and hear again the birds as sing

and woke me at the dawn

and i remember mornings

when i told my mother lies

so i could have a second helping

of her apple pies

missouri i hear you callin' me

missouri

you'll never let me be

missouri i know i can't be free

my heart will yearn till i return

missouri's callin' me.