CD single
Old Mississippi

OLD MISSISSIPPI
Words and Music
© 2009 MK Alexander

Way down in old Mississippi, got a girl and she sure is pretty
Must admit, well, I've never met her. But you know she's a real go-getter

I think she comes from New Orleans
Saw her on my TV screen
Why'd she have to be so mean to me?

Way down in old Alabama, met a girl and her name was Susanna
Rode that banjo on my knee, and then she asked what was troubling me.

Georgia's always on my mind
Carolina's so hard to find
Need some place where folks are kind to me

Made my way on to Texarkana. Got a job at the Red Havana
Pumping gas for five bucks an hour. Had to go when things went sour

Working hard from nine to five
She doesn't even know that I'm alive
So surprised when I arrive down there

Made my way up to blue Kentucky. Played the ponies and I sure got lucky
Took my money and I headed for the hills. Stayed up there till I had my fill

Way down South where the river flows
Way down South where the summer goes
Way down South where nobody knows my name

Way down in old Louisiana, I think that's right next to sweet Alabama
I met a girl and her name was Belle,
In the back room bought the hard, hard sell

Got a condo in River City
Two weeks a year and it sure is pretty
All these lights are making me dizzy now

Drove all night straight through green Tennessee,
'Cause you know they were following me
By the morning I had crossed the border.
Think I'll join up with the New World Order

Way down South where the river flows
Way down South where the old folks go
Way down South where nobody knows my name

Damn Yankees is all I know, They don't know how to take it slow
Way up here folks are so unkind. Going South where I can speak my mind

Way down South where the river flows
Way down South is where I'll go
Way down South where nobody knows my name