| Or the people
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| Around the Mississippi
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| Well, to cinch the deal the man threw
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| In a boat with crew
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| And then I knew I’d better grab that river fast
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| It wouldn’t last
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| They never do, they never do
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| It wouldn’t last, last, last
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| So now I own the Mississippi
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| I couldn’t decide if I should leave it there
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| Or lug it out West with me
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| The best thing was to think about it,
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| Not to make a move I might regret
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| Cause then I’d have to have the
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| Mississippi sent back East, complete
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| With boat and crew
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| That wouldn’t do, do, do
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| It’s mine, all mine
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| (You know, it’s yours, all yours)
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| It’s mine, all mine
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| (You know, it’s yours, all yours)
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| Do rivers ever need companions
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| Should I enquire if the Seine is
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| Available, yeah, I would rather have
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| A classy little Frenchy than a Nile or a Tybo, oh
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| Now wait a minute, how about the
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| Amazon, now that could be real fun
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| For Mississippi, for Mississippi, for
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| Mississippi, My Mississippi
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| I hope that I didn’t make an error
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| I hope this ain’t a lot more trouble
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| Than it’s all really worth |