E A Every step of the way, we walk the lineE A Your days are numbered, so are mineE A Time is piling up, we struggle and we strayE A B7 E We're all boxed in, nowhere to escapeE A City's just a jungle, more games to playE A Trapped in the heart of it, tryin' to get awayE A I was raised in the country, I been working in the townE A B7 E I been in trouble ever since I set my suitcase downE A Got nothing for you, I had nothing beforeE A Don't even have anything for myself anymoreE A Sky full of fire, came pouring downE A B7 E Nothing you can sell me, I'll see you aroundE A All my powers of expression and thoughts so sublimeE A Could never do you justice in reason or rhymeE A Only one thing I did wrongE A B7 E Stayed in Mississippi a day too longE A Well, the devil's in the alley, mule's in the stallE A Say anything you wanna, I have heard it allE A I was thinking about the things that Rosie saidE A B7 E I was dreaming I was sleeping in Rosie's bedE A Walking through the leaves, falling from the treesE A Feeling like a stranger nobody seesE A So many things that we never will undoE A B7 E I know you're sorry, I'm sorry tooE A Some people will offer you their hand and some won'tE A Last night I knew you, tonight I don'tE A I need something strong to distract my mindE A B7 E I'm gonna look at you 'til my eyes go blindE A Well I got here following the southern starE A I crossed that river just to be where you areE A Only one thing I did wrongE A B7 E Stayed in Mississippi a day too longE A Well my ship's been split to splinters and it's sinking fastE A I'm drowning in the poison, got no future, got no pastE A But my heart is not weary, it's light and it's freeE A B7 E I've got nothing but affection for all those who sailed with meE A Everybody's moving, if they ain't already thereE A Everybody's got to move somewhereE A Stick with me baby, stick with me anyhowE A B7 E Things should start to get interesting right about nowE A My clothes are wet, tight on my skinE A Not as tight as the corner that I painted myself inE A I know that fortune is waiting to be kindE A B7 E So give me your hand and say you'll be mineE A Well, the emptiness is endless, cold as the clayE A You can always come back, but you can't come back all the wayE A Only one thing I did wrongE A B7 E Stayed in Mississippi a day too long
Missisipi
Alyson Michalka
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