| Son of river man, muddy water’s all I’ve known
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| I was born out on the banks, Mama died when I was young
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| Just before my daddy left, he hollered out at me
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| «Son you’re a child of the Mississippi»
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| My schoolin' was a steamboat, and I was educated well
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| On a sternin' double wheeler, where I learned my rebel yell
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| Then I started roustaboutin' at the age of thirteen
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| Lord, I’m a child of the Mississippi
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| I was raised on the river, muddy water gonna carry me home
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| She’s gonna rock me like a baby rollin' in her sweet lovin' arms
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| Just a barefoot boy born in in Dixieland
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| Brought up on the banks to be a river man
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| Sweet child of the Mississippi
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| I know every stretch of river, I know every railroad bridge
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| From up in St. Paul Minnesota, down south to the Memphis pyramid
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| Lord she’s and lonesome, and I’ve known since I was a kid
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| I was a child of the Mississippi
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| I was raised on the river, muddy water gonna carry me home
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| She’s gonna rock me like a baby rollin' in her sweet lovin' arms
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| Just a barefoot boy born in in Dixieland
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| Brought up on the banks to be a river man
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| Sweet child of the Mississippi
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| Well I sure miss my mama, and I even miss ol' Pa
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| But I love that muddy water most of all
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| I was raised on the river, muddy water gonna carry me home
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| She’s gonna rock me like a baby rollin' in her sweet lovin' arms
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| I was a barefoot boy born in in Dixieland
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| Brought up on the banks to be a river man
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| Sweet child of the Mississippi
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| Sweet child of the Mississippi
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| Sweet child of the Mississippi
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| Sweet child of the Mississippi |