Mississippi You're On My Mind

I think I see a wagon rutted road With the weeds growing tall between the tracks And along one side runs a rusty barbed wire fence And beyond that sits an old tar paper shack. Mississippi, you're on my mind Mississippi, you're on my mind Oh, Mississippi, you're on my mind. I think I hear a noisy old John Deere In a field specked with dirty cotton lint And below the field runs a little shady creek And there you'll find the cool green leaves of mint. Mississippi, you're on my mind Mississippi, you're on my mind Oh, Mississippi, you're on my mind. I think I smell the honeysuckle vine The heavy sweetness like to make me sick And the dogs, my God, they're hungry all the time And the snakes are sleeping where the weeds are thick. Mississippi, you're on my mind Mississippi, you're on my mind Oh, Mississippi, you're on my mind. I think I feel an angry oven heat The southern sun just blazes in the sky In the dusty weeds a fat grasshopper jumps I want to make it to that creek before I fry. Mississippi, you're on my mind Mississippi, you're on my mind Oh, Mississippi, you're on my mind. Mississippi, you're on my mind Mississippi, you're on my mind Oh, Mississippi, you're on my mind.