Mississippi! How the name Wraps itself About my tongue, Telling me I've come home! Mississippi. Those deep brown Waters course Through my veins Like living mud, Nurturing a soul Never quite At home Any other place I rest my Weary bones. I can stand In some dusty Panola crossroads, Sandy delta soil Beneath my feet, And I know I belong. All around me Stretch the fields Of cotton, sorghum, Corn, wheat and hay. While I may Love the hills, Love the mountains With their rocky streams, My dreams Are made Of delta clay, Of smokey haze And sultry sun Shimmering at the edges Of fields as flat As the day is long. This song I sing to the South! Here I was born, Here ever Will my heart return, When I hear Someone speak Of home.
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