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]