Wednesday, September 1, 2010



Where you can hear a country song from far.
And someone plays the honky tonk guitar.
Where all the lights will go out one by one.
The people join the song,
and the wind takes it away.

Where the Mississippi rolls down to the sea .
And lovers found the place they like to be.
How many times before this song was ending.
Love and understanding everywhere around.

* Mi..ssis..sip..pi, I’ll remem..ber you…
Whenever I shall go away.
I’ll be longing for the day…
That I will be in Green..ville again…
Mi..ssis..sip..pi, you’ll be on my mind.
Every time I hear this song …
Mississippi roll along until the end of time…

Now this country song forever lost it’s soul
When the guitar player turned to rock and roll
But every time when summer nights are falling
I always will be calling dreams of yesterday

Repeat……. *

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