I ain't seen Mississippi but I know the prairie wind
A wheat field sunrise so sweet take me home again
The horizon stretches till tomorrow and back again twice more
Now get your sweet lovin' ready I'll be standin' in your door
Back country woman you'll make a mess outta me
I know the city can't hold you were born to be set free
Your mama was cold as night and your papa the silver sun
Now every man that gets to close better learn to turn and run
The miles your feet will find from the day that you were born
Can take you at where you stand can march until the morn
Now when it's my time to fly will Saint Peter call my name
I ain't been no saint but sorry sinner all the same