| Momma and daddy raisin' cotton and kids
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| Where the Mississippi River rolls
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| Plantin' our dreams in that black delta dirt
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| Choppin' out another tomorrow
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| A sharecropper’s shack in a hot cotton patch
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| Was home sweet home to me
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| And I would’t take a mansion in trade
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| For my Mississippi memories
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| Oh I’m missin' Mississippi
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| Miss that misty delta dawn
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| Oh I’m missin' Mississippi
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| Oh I miss my Mississippi home
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| Now the kids have grown up and momma’s passed on
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| And daddy’s age is startin' to show
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| Things have changed there’s a big four lane
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| Where the delta cotton used to grow
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| But time hasn’t touched my daddy’s love
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| For his hard workin' sharecropper’s wife
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| Cause I’ve overheard his soft tender words
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| When he talks to her picture at night
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| Oh I’m missin' Mississippi
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| Miss that misty delta dawn
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| Oh I’m missin' Mississippi
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| Oh I miss my Mississippi home
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| Oh I miss my Mississippi home |