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Drivin' in the walkin' rain |
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Let's go, let's go |
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Stream down my windowpane |
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Through the fields, where does all the water go? |
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Stirring in my sleeping bag |
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There I stew |
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Holdin' tight the teddy bear |
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Dreamin' about you |
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Feels like Mississippi |
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Billy Parker on his high tractor |
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Workin' the dirt all day |
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The sun and the moon, they're trading places |
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Better never put that plow away |
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Yeah, Momma was stickin' to her story |
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Happened wars ago |
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But Billy walkin' funny now |
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'Cause he got shot by that local so and so |
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Feels like Mississippi |
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Feels like Mississippi |
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Belly on up boys to your favorite back |
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If you learn how to paint |
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She, she might never, never come back |
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Guitars can talk on just one string |
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Lord beat that drum boy, boy, boy, boy with a turkey leg |
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Goin' back to Mississippi |