Mississippi You're On My Mind - 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 that sits an old tar paper shack

Mississippi, you’re on my mind

Mississippi, you’re on my mind

Oh, 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

Mississippi, you’re on my mind

Mississippi, you’re on my mind

Oh, Mississippi, you’re on my mind

I think I smell the honeysuckle 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

Mississippi, you’re on my mind

Mississippi, you’re on my mind

Oh, Mississippi, you’re on my mind

I think I feel an angry oven heat

The southern sun just blazes in the sky

In the dusty weeds a fat grasshopper jumps

I want to make it to that creek before I fry

Mississippi, you’re on my mind

Mississippi, you’re on my mind

Oh, Mississippi, you’re on my mind

Mississippi, you’re on my mind

Mississippi, you’re on my mind

Oh, Mississippi, you’re on my mind