| These delta roads, everyone I know
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| By the cotton fields and railroad tracks
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| It’s more than just the heat, most folks
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| Who would get the chance to leave but don’t come back
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| Last time I thought about you in a wedding dress
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| I would’ve been holding your hand
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| But at seventeen you promise things
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| That you don’t really understand
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| Mississippi in July, magnolia moonlight
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| The warm wind was just right for staying up all night
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| And letting love fly; |
| Mississippi in July
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| My heart might as well be one of those canes
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| Tied to the back of your limousine
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| It was hanging by a thread, so I went ahead
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| And cut the string
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| If I asked you way back when, if you’d take my hand
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| Would you say «I do»?
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| I’m supposed to hope you’re happy
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| But letting go don’t feel the way it’s supposed to
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| Mississippi in July, magnolia moonlight
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| The warm wind was just right for staying up all night
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| And letting love fly; |
| Mississippi in July
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| Magnolia moonlight
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| The warm wind was just right for staying up all night
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| But some memories never die, honeysuckle kisses
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| If I could live on wishes, I’d stay here all the time
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| Oh, Mississippi in July
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| Mississippi in July
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| These delta roads, everyone I know
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| By the cotton fields and railroad tracks |