Mississippi And Me lyrics

Daddy was A preacher in Sledge We were living On Gospel and beans Every Sunday night Deacon Jones Would give A silver dollar to me On the way home My poor momma Would pry it From my hand And say it fell From heaven Way down in me A river runs deep Reminding me Just who I am Good or bad It'll always be Mississippi and me Mississippi and me Cissy was A beautician next door She had The worst hairdo in town She always Smoked Pall Malls And drank Tabs And hung out At the Delta Lounge But I heard She finally found herself She runs the best motel In West Memphis, Arkansas Mr. Thomas Lee Ran the bank And made a fortune On catfish farms Every time You'd try for a loan You had to twist his arm I heard one night in Tupelo He stepped out of a window He thought he was Elvis