Ghosts Of Mississippi - The SteelDrivers

Late one night behind corn whiskey

I fell asleep with a guitar in my hand

I dreamed about the ghosts of Mississippi

And the blues came walking like a man

Without a word I passed that guitar over

He tuned it up like I’d never seen

A crooked smile was his expression

Then he closed his eyes and began to sing

Oh Lord why have you forsaken me

Got me down in Mississippi

Where I don’t want to be

Oh Lord why have you forsaken me

Got me down in Mississippi

Where I don’t want to be

When I woke up I looked into the mirror

I saw no reflection for a while

But as my eyes came into focus

I recognized that crooked smile

Oh Lord why have you forsaken me

Got me down in Mississippi

Where I don’t want to be

Oh Lord why have you forsaken me

Got me down in Mississippi

Where I don’t want to be

Late one night behind corn whiskey

I fell asleep with a guitar in my hand

I dreamed about the ghosts of Mississippi

And the blues came walking like a man

Oh Lord why have you forsaken me

Got me down in Mississippi

Where I don’t want to be

Oh Lord why have you forsaken me

Got me down in Mississippi

Where I don’t want to be