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With friends around and even pals that I know are true |
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Still I'm lonely homesick and blue |
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There's no one who can cheer me when I'm alone |
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Longing for my Mississippi home |
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Way down on the delta on that Mississippi shore |
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In that muddy water I long to be once more |
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When that shadows creep about and the whippoorwill call |
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You can hear old mommy shout come in here you all |
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Way down on the levee strolling in the pale moon light |
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You can see those steamboats and fields of snowy white |
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That's a feeling I can't lose muddy water in my shoes |
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When I get those Mississippi Delta blues (yodel) |
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[ dixieland ] |
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I long to hear them singing songs them old melodies |
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Swanee River and Ol' Black Joe |
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That sweet magnolia perfume floating on the breeze |
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Way down south is where I long to go |
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Hey way down on the delta... |