| With just a sleeping bag
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| And an old guitar
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| I left the band in New Orleans
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| Did some time with the bottle
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| And some with the river queens
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| Never thought I would meet a girl
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| Who could turn my head around
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| 'Til I met that Mississippi lady
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| In sleepy Gulfport town, she was a
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| Mississippi lady
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| My lovin' Gulfport gal
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| She taught me how to love
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| And she really loved me well
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| She took me up to heaven
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| Then she brought me down
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| That Mississippi lady
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| Sweet Cordelia Brown
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| Hot July in Gulfport
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| And I was working in the bars
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| She was working on the street
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| With the rest of the evening stars
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| She said, «I never met a guy
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| Who could turn my head around»
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| And that’s really sayin' something
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| For sweet Cordelia Brown, she was a
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| Mississippi lady
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| My lovin' Gulfport gal
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| She taught me how to love
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| And she really loved me well
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| She took me up to heaven
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| Then she brought me down
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| That Mississippi lady
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| Sweet Cordelia Brown
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| Now I’m back in New York City
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| Playin' in a band
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| But my mind’s on Mississippi
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| Is it hard to understand
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| I never thought I would meet a girl
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| Who could bring me that far down
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| Like the girl I met in Gulfport
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| Sweet Cordelia Brown, she was a
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| Mississippi lady
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| My lovin' Gulfport gal
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| She taught me how to love
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| And she really loved me well
|
| She took me up to heaven
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| Then she brought me down
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| That Mississippi lady
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| Sweet Cordelia Brown
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| That Mississippi lady
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| Sweet Cordelia Brown
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| That Mississippi lady
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| Sweet Cordelia Brown |