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. [Chorus]
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. [Chorus] I think I smell the honeys**le 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. [Chorus] I think I feel an angry oven heat,
The southern sun just blazes in the sky.
And in the dusty weeds, an old fat gra**hopper jumps.
I wanna make it to that creek before I fry. [Chorus: x 2]