Mississippi - Train

They call her Mississippi

But she don’t flow to me

Spends her light on the Bayou

But she don’t come to see

She’s the one that makes my dreams

They call her Mississippi but she don’t flow to me

The shape of her horizon

Makes the morning sun

When she puts her eyes on

Each and anyone

She’s the one that makes me fall

Midnight moon shines through it all

She’s the one that makes me fall

Midnight moon shines through it all

She’s the one that makes my dreams

They call her Mississippi but she don’t flow to me

They call her Mississippi but she don’t flow to me