I'm groing tired of the big city lights
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Tired of the glamour, tired of the size
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I'm alway dreaming of roaming once more
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Back to my home on the old river shore
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Days are dark and dreary everwhere I roam
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How I long for Mississippi and you
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Nothing seems to cheer me under heaven's door
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How I miss the Mississippi and you
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Roaming the wide world over
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Always alone and blue, so blue
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I am sad and weary, longing to go home
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Yes, I miss the Mississippi and you
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(break)
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Mockingbirds are singing 'round the cabindoor
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While I dream of Mississippi and you
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And my memories are bringing happy days of yore
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I have spent in Mississippi with you
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Roaming the wide world over
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Always alone and blue, so blue
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Longing for my homeland on that muddy watershore
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Yes, I miss the Mississippi and you
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The Mississippi and you
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Miss the Mississippi and You
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Doc Watson |