Flatlands - Steve Azar

Drivin' this '75 Cadillac

I’ve got the top rolled back

On a southern born uncloudy day

Down a long stretch of highway

I know this day’s gonna be my friend

Long as I’m here, baby, in the flatlands

Mississippi flatlands

September fields white as snow

A thousand acres of cotton rows

Sweet gospel preachin' in the air

Amazin' grace is everywhere

So down to earth here in the palm

Of heaven’s hand

Baby, that’s the flatlands

Mississippi flatlands

I saw an old blues man on 61

That’s a highway where I’m from

Playin' slide guitar with a loaded gun

He’s got delta mud runnin' through his veins

And when he sings his songs

You can feel the pain

Lord, he may have a broken heart

But he’s got magic hands

Where else but in the down home, ever lovin'

Heart breakin', no mistakin'

Mighty ole, muddy Mississippi flatlands

Welcome to Mississippi