| I’m growing tired of the big city lights
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| Tired of the glamor, tired of the size
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| I’m alway dreaming of roaming once more
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| Back to my home on the old river shore
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| Days are dark and dreary everywhere I roam
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| How I long for Mississippi and you
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| Nothing seems to cheer me under heaven’s door
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| How I miss the Mississippi and you
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| Roaming the wide world over
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| Always alone and blue, so blue
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| I am sad and weary, longing to go home
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| Yes, I miss the Mississippi and you
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| Mockingbirds are singing 'round the cabin-door
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| While I dream of Mississippi and you
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| And my memories are bringing happy days of yore
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| I have spent in Mississippi with you
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| Roaming the wide world over
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| Always alone and blue, so blue
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| Longing for my homeland on that muddy water-shore
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| Yes, I miss the Mississippi and you
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| The Mississippi and you |