| Oh you Mississippi River, with waters so deep and wide
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| My thoughts of you keep risin', just like an evening tide
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| I’m just like a seagull that’s left the sea
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| Oh your muddy waters keep on callin’me
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| I’m gonna pack my grip and head that way
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| You’ll see me hanging 'round again some day
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| 'Cause I know that’s the only way to lose
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| The Mississippi River blues
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| I’ve often ridden on your bosom
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| From Memphis down to New Orleans
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| Floating over muddy waters, drifting through familiar scenes
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| And when I hear that whistle of an old steam boat
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| Down that Mississippi River again I’m a-going to float
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| Repeat Chorus.
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| for last line, substitute: That mean old Mississippi River Blues |