| Late one night behind corn whiskey
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| I fell asleep with a guitar in my hand
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| I dreamed about the ghosts of Mississippi
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| And the blues came walking like a man
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| Without a word I passed that guitar over
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| He tuned it up like I’d never seen
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| A crooked smile was his expression
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| Then he closed his eyes and began to sing
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| Oh Lord why have you forsaken me
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| Got me down in Mississippi
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| Where I don’t want to be
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| Oh Lord why have you forsaken me
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| Got me down in Mississippi
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| Where I don’t want to be
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| When I woke up I looked into the mirror
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| I saw no reflection for a while
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| But as my eyes came into focus
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| I recognized that crooked smile
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| Oh Lord why have you forsaken me
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| Got me down in Mississippi
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| Where I don’t want to be
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| Oh Lord why have you forsaken me
|
| Got me down in Mississippi
|
| Where I don’t want to be
|
| Late one night behind corn whiskey
|
| I fell asleep with a guitar in my hand
|
| I dreamed about the ghosts of Mississippi
|
| And the blues came walking like a man
|
| Oh Lord why have you forsaken me
|
| Got me down in Mississippi
|
| Where I don’t want to be
|
| Oh Lord why have you forsaken me
|
| Got me down in Mississippi
|
| Where I don’t want to be |