The Road To Mississippi

Verse:
On the road to Mississippi I met a man
Who scratched out a living playing some blues
Haunted the swamps and bayous
Whittled beech into Jesus statues
But from where I stood
I could see he was just another pilgrim killing time,
Waiting for redemption
He didn't know it was a crime
To stop on the

Verse:
Road to Mississippi
Where dreams are buried and forgotten
And nothing you're ever taught in school applies
Where you learn to live with lies
Well God's in the attic looking for his sense of humour
I'm fighting the static, hoping it's just a rumour

Verse:
On the road to M
My heart stopped, my head hurt, my feet got cold, my hands were tied
On the road,
I saw the ghosts of Johnson, Buckley, Bessie
And brave Medger Evers, ... and Elvis Aaron Presley
I got down on my knees
And I started praying

Verse:
On the road to Mississippi I met a girl, a sweet young thing
On the road to Mississippi I met a girl, who gave me a ring
Don't ask me why I did what I did what I did
Cause I sure regret it now
I must have been high on something
or maybe it was just that

Road to Mississippi

(c) 2009 Gerard Rozario