| Moonlight, Mississippi is a whistle-stop town
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| They take in the sidewalks when the sun goes down
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| It’s slow as molasses that drips from a can
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| But Moonlight, Mississippi is the promised land
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| With their deep south talking that’s so pleasant to hear
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| Like corn on the cob it’s mighty sweet on the ear
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| There’s just seven houses and one yellow hound
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| For Moonlight, Mississippi is a whistle-stop town
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| Down round the levy where magnolias bloom
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| I’ve never seen such a sight in my life
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| The air gets so heavy with sweet perfume
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| You can cut it up with a knife
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| At night on each plantation cottom gleems so darn white
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| Stars go on vacation, folks don’t need a light
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| The trains don’t stop at Moonlight unless they’re flagged down
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| For Moonlight, Mississippi is a whistle-stop town
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| You’re gonna love my old whistle-stop town |