I think I see a wagon-rutted road

with the weeds growing tall between the tracks,

and along one side runs a rusty barbed wire fence

and beyond there sits an old tar paper shack.

Mississippi, you're on my mind,

Missis- -sippi, you're on my mind,

woh, woh

Missis- -sippi you're on my mind.

I think I hear a noisy old John Deere

in a field specked with dirty cotton lint,

and below the field runs a little shady creek,

and there you'll find the cool green leaves of mint.

I think I smell the honeysuckle vine,

the heavy sweetness like to make me sick.

And the dogs, my God, they're hungry all the time

and the snakes are sleeping where the weeds are thick.

Mississippi, you're on my mind,

Missis- -sippi, you're on my mind,

woh, woh

Missis- -sippi you're on my mind.

I think I feel an angry oven heat,

the southern sun just blazes in the sky.

And in the dusty weeds, an old fat grasshopper jumps.

I wanna make it to that creek before I fry.

Mississippi, you're on my mind,

Missis- -sippi, you're on my mind,

woh, woh

Missis- -sippi you're on my mind. REPEAT CHORUS