| Drivin' this '75 Cadillac |
| I’ve got the top rolled back |
| On a southern born uncloudy day |
| Down a long stretch of highway |
| I know this day’s gonna be my friend |
| Long as I’m here, baby, in the flatlands |
| Mississippi flatlands |
| September fields white as snow |
| A thousand acres of cotton rows |
| Sweet gospel preachin' in the air |
| Amazin' grace is everywhere |
| So down to earth here in the palm |
| Of heaven’s hand |
| Baby, that’s the flatlands |
| Mississippi flatlands |
| I saw an old blues man on 61 |
| That’s a highway where I’m from |
| Playin' slide guitar with a loaded gun |
| He’s got delta mud runnin' through his veins |
| And when he sings his songs |
| You can feel the pain |
| Lord, he may have a broken heart |
| But he’s got magic hands |
| Where else but in the down home, ever lovin' |
| Heart breakin', no mistakin' |
| Mighty ole, muddy Mississippi flatlands |
| Welcome to Mississippi |