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 below the
Field runs a little shady creek, and there you`ll
Find the cool green leaves of mint.
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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.
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I think I feel an angry oven heat,
The southern sun just blazes in the sky.
And in the dusty weeds, an old fat grasshopper jumps.
I wanna make it to that creek before I fry.
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