With just a sleeping bag and an old guitar, I left the band in New Orleans
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I did some time with the bottle, some with the river queens
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I never thought I would meet a girl who could turn my head around
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Till I met that Mississippi Lady in sleepy Gulfport town
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She was a Mississippi Lady, my lovin' Gulfport gal
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She taught me how to love and she really loved me well
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She took me up to heaven then she brought me down
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That Mississippi Lady, Sweet Cordelia Brown
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Hot July in Gulfport and I was working in the bars
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And she was working on the street with the rest of the evening stars
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She said, "I never met a guy who could turn my head around"
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And that's really sayin' something for Sweet Cordelia Brown
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She was a Mississippi Lady, my lovin' Gulfport gal
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She taught me how to love and she really loved me well
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She took me up to heaven then she brought me down
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That Mississippi Lady, Sweet Cordelia Brown
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Now I'm back in New York City playin' in a band
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But my mind's on Mississippi, is it hard to understand?
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I never thought I would meet a girl who could bring me that far down
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Like the girl I met in Gulfport, Sweet Cordelia Brown
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She was a Mississippi Lady, my lovin' Gulfport gal
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She taught me how to love and she really loved me well
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She took me up to heaven then she brought me down
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That Mississippi Lady, Sweet Cordelia Brown
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That Mississippi Lady, Sweet Cordelia Brown
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Mississippi Lady
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| Jim Croce |
