Miss You Mississippi
Wendy Thatcher
Winding crazy slow and lazy
Where you're going from where you've been
Miss you Mississippi rolling through the greenest valleys
Calling my name cross the misty Delta sky
Old muddy blues going from where you choose
Miss you Mississippi, miss you.
River moonlight on a tune night no place I would rather be
Miss you Mississippi teasing passed the willow weep trees
Tearing the pending limbs to try and slow you down
Mirror to the sky I was born and mean to die there
Miss you Mississippi, miss you Mississippi...