Jerry Jeff Walker Follow

Jesse Winchester

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.

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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 beyond that
Field runs a little country creek, and there you'll
Find the cool green leaves of mint.

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I think I smell the honeysuckle vine,
It's thick sweetness like to make me sick.
And the dogs, my God, how they're hungry all the time
And the snakes are sleeping where the weeds are thick.

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I think I feel the angry oven heat,
The southern sun just blazes in the sky.
In the dusty weeds, an old fat grasshopper jumps.
I wanna make it to that creek before I fry.

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