(Willard Robison) Moonlight, Mississippi is a whistle-stop town They take in the sidewalks when the sun goes down It's slow as mola**es that drips from a can But Moonlight, Mississippi is the promised land With their deep south talking that's so pleasant to hear Like corn on the cob it's mighty sweet on the ear There's just seven houses and one yellow hound For Moonlight, Mississippi is a whistle-stop town Down round the levy where magnolias bloom I've never seen such a sight in my life The air gets so heavy with sweet perfume You can cut it up with a knife At night on each plantation cottom gleems so darn white Stars go on vacation, folks don't need a light The trains don't stop at Moonlight unless they're flagged down For Moonlight, Mississippi is a whistle-stop town You're gonna love my old whistle-stop town