Bob Dylan – Mississippi Lyrics  Share

From Bob Dylan's album: Love and Theft

Every step of the way we walk the line
Your days are numbered, so are mine
Time is pilin^, up, we struggle and we scrape
We^,re all boxed in, nowhere to escape

City^,s just a jungle, more games to play
Trapped in the heart of it, trying to get away
I was raised in the country, I been workin^, in the town
I been in trouble ever since I set my suitcase down

Got nothing for you, I had nothing before
Don^,t even have anything for myself anymore
Sky full of fire, pain pourin^, down
Nothing you can sell me, I^,ll see you around

All my powers of expression and thoughts so sublime
Could never do you justice in reason or rhyme
Only one thing I did wrong
Stayed in Mississippi a day too long

Well, the devil^,s in the alley, mule^,s in the stall
Say anything you wanna, I have heard it all
I was thinkin^, about the things that Rosie said
I was dreaming I was sleeping in Rosie^,s bed

Walking through the leaves, falling from the trees
Feeling like a stranger nobody sees
So many things that we never will undo
I know you^,re sorry, I^,m sorry too

Some people will offer you their hand and some won^,t
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Last night I knew you, tonight I don^,t
I need somethin^, strong to distract my mind
I^,m gonna look at you ^,til my eyes go blind

Well I got here following the southern star
I crossed that river just to be where you are
Only one thing I did wrong
Stayed in Mississippi a day too long

Well my ship^,s been split to splinters and it^,s sinking fast
I^,m drownin^, in the poison, got no future, got no past
But my heart is not weary, it^,s light and it^,s free
I^,ve got nothin^, but affection for all those who^,ve sailed with me

Everybody movin^, if they ain^,t already there
Everybody got to move somewhere
Stick with me baby, stick with me anyhow
Things should start to get interesting right about now

My clothes are wet, tight on my skin
Not as tight as the corner that I painted myself in
I know that fortune is waitin^, to be kind
So give me your hand and say you^,ll be mine

Well, the emptiness is endless, cold as the clay
You can always come back, but you can^,t come back all the way
Only one thing I did wrong
Stayed in Mississippi a day too long
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