| If I can make Mississippi
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| Then I’ll be alright
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| These ol' white lines are lonely
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| On this two-lane tonight
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| I’ve got just enough whiskey
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| To keep me warm till the mornin' light
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| If I can make Mississippi
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| Mississippi tonight
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| I headed out west
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| To seek my fortune and fame
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| I sure made a mess
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| It took it all but my name
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| Why I ever left?
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| I can never explain
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| If I can make Mississippi
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| Through this pouring rain
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| If I can make Mississippi
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| Then I’ll be alright
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| These ol' white lines are lonely
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| And the headlights are bright
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| I’ve got just enough whiskey
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| To keep me warm till the mornin' light
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| If I could make Mississippi
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| Mississippi tonight
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| She said, she would wait
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| She said our love was strong
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| Well, I’m just so afraid
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| I’ve been gone for too long
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| When I walk through that gate
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| Will she be there or long, long gone?
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| If I can make Mississippi
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| If I can make it back home
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| If I can make Mississippi
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| If I can make it back home |