Talking
I Re-mem-ber Down In Miss-is-sip-pi
They'd Pick Cot-ton In The Sun
And I'd Sing With The Black Folks
When The Day Was Done
Singing
And I Dreamed E-ven Then
That The World Would Be My Stage
And Some Day My Shoes Would Shake loose
That Miss-is-sip-pi Clay
And We Moved On Up Ta Mem-phis
Just Try-in Toooo Sur-vive
I Cut A Rec-ord For My Ma-ma
And Al-most Over - Night
The Cor-on-al Signed Me Up
I Was Liv-in Out My Dream
My Ma-ma Was So Proud
When Ya Called Me The King
Down In Miss-is-sip-pi I'd Play My Guit-ar
Sing My Rock'in Roll Songs
And Dream I'd Be a Star
I Went From Down In Mis-sis-sippi
Ta Nash-ville Ten-nes-see
But My Shoes Nev-er Shook Lose
The Miss-is-sip-pi Clay
Then One Day I Was No Long-er
A Kid In a Cad-di-lac
Just An Old Rock'in Roll-er
Tired Of Com-in' Back
I Was A Pris-o-ner Of My Fame
And When My Ma-ma Died
The Lord Seemed Ta Say Ta Me
You Need Ta Change Your Life
But I Was Much To Big
To Just Turn My Back And Leave
So I Changed The Way I Looked
Now No One Knows Me
Every - Body In The World
Be-lieves The King Is Gone
But I'm Down In Miss-is-sip-pi
Oh It's Good Ta Be Back Home
Down In Miss-is-sip-pi Not Far From Tup-a-lo
Be-neath A Mag-nol-ia Tree At An Old Dus-ty Road
Oh I Sing And Play My Gui-tar
Sitt-in' In The Shade
Oh My Blue Suade Shoes
Are Home At Last In the Miss-is-sippi Clay
SPOKEN
You Know I Sure Do Miss You Fokes
Un'till We Meet A-gain Ad-ios