Mississippi 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
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 shady little 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
A honeysuckle vine
The heavy sweetness likes to make me sick
And the dogs my guide
But he's hungry all the time
The snakes are sleeping where the leaves are thick

I think I feel
An angry oven heat
That southern sun just blazes in the sky
In them old dusty weeds
Where no fat grasshopper would jump
I'm gonna 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