Lyrics

[Verse 1] Memories enter my psyche and they bite me And once they leave my head its what I write see When the cage bird sings it hums a memory I sample my thoughts under an oak tree Mystic are the ways of the southern life Puffing back the past with a blast on a corn pipe Easin' thru the trees like the breeze in the August light The sun kissed my life and made my mind bright Our eyes are open wide but never seem to see That knowledge is the air if you care truth needs to breathe I mouth the words but never write life's melody Time is better spent in my mental Mississippi [Chorus] M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I (in Mississippi) M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I (in Mississippi) [Verse 2] As I lay dying spotted horses pass me by In All The Kings Men Warren penned a poets cry Go Down Moses to the river twain's marked and looking high The stares fall upon me and I fear The Blues Eye Mental lapses left traps in our future for sure Satirical passes on the masses shot confederate lore So watch where you sit if you ain't sat here before Cause hanging from that tree is the tradition you adore Metaphorical excursions tales told in first person I live my life to love but can't live before the learning And ooh my mind keeps yearning You know I'm reeling back the years and these southern eyes are burning [Chorus] M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I (in Mississippi) M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I (in Mississippi) Where oh where are you tonight [Verse 3] You know dawn pulls the shade on a new day Woke up still dreaming living in my Mississippi Country roads take me home To the place where I belong Farm livin is the life for me I find my past pointing back at me You can't see the things I see in me The south's a piece and not the whole of me You know I'm kicking back doing some reminiscing Thinking how I was raised on southern living Nothing like a phat cup fill it up With some sweet tea then you take a gulp [Chorus] M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I (in Mississippi) M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I (in Mississippi)