Jesse Winchester - Mississippi youre on my mind

I think I ^Csee, a ^Fwagon rutted ^Croad With the weeds growing tall between the ^Gtracks ^C And along one side, runs a ^Frusty barbed wire ^Cfence And beyond that sits an ^Gold tar paper ^Cshack

Missi^Fssippi you're on my mind Missi^Cssippi you're on my mind ^FOh^C, Missi^Fssippi you're on my ^Cmind

I think I ^Chear, a ^Fnoisy old John ^CDeere In a field specked with dirty cotton ^Glint ^C And below the field, runs a ^Flittle shady ^Ccreek And there you'll find the ^Gcool green leaves of ^Cmint

Missi^Fssippi you're on my mind Missi^Cssippi you're on my mind ^FOh^C, Missi^Fssippi you're on my ^Cmind

I think I ^Csmell, the ^Fhoneysuckle ^Cvine The heavy sweetness like to make me ^Gsick ^C And the dogs, my God, they're ^Fhungry all the ^Ctime And the snakes are sleeping ^Gwhere the weeds are ^Cthick

Missi^Fssippi you're on my mind Missi^Cssippi you're on my mind ^FOh^C, Missi^Fssippi you're on my ^Cmind

I think I ^Cfeel, an ^Fangry oven ^Cheat The southern sun just blazes in the ^Gsky ^C In the dusty weeds an old ^Ffat grasshopper ^Cjumps I want to make it to that ^Gcreek before I ^Cfry

Missi^Fssippi you're on my mind Missi^Cssippi you're on my mind ^FOh^C, Missi^Fssippi you're on my ^Cmind

Missi^Fssippi you're on my mind Missi^Cssippi you're on my mind ^FOh^C, Missi^Fssippi you're on my ^Cmind