Mississippi Mud - Heartland
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Mississippi Mud Lyrics
Everybody in my senior class
Got the hell out just as fast as they could go
And pretty soon that Greyhound bus
It only left a few of us to carry onIt might've been the family farm
Or Sherry Johnson's loving arms
Something wouldn't let me leave
Something made me believe inA little house, a piece of land
Making things grow with my own two hands
Coming home weary to the bone
At the end of the dayCountry stores, beat up Fords
And songs with only two or three chords
Somehow I think I fell in love
With this Mississippi mudMy best friend went to Birmingham
And he's a State Farm Insurance man
And makes a hundred thouHe calls me every now and then
Keeps saying he can cut me in
But it's too late now'Cause I've seen so much Delta rain
It must've seept into my veins
Been here long enough to see
One thing for a man like me isA little house, a piece of land
Making things grow with my own two hands
Coming home weary to the bone
At the end of the dayCountry stores, beat up Fords
And songs with only two or three chords
Somehow I think I fell in love
With this Mississippi mudHang around here long enough
It'll get into your blood
Comes up like a cotton seed
Before too long all you need isA little house, a piece of land
Making things grow with my own two hands
Coming home weary to the bone
At the end of the dayCountry stores, beat up Fords
And songs with only two or three chords
Somehow I think I fell in love
With this Mississippi mudWith this Mississippi mud
Oh, I think I fell in love
With this Mississippi mud