Nashville sky, in the morning sun
somewhere up north, a new life begun
he was drawn to the twister, with a memphis sound
kissed by an angel, of a music town.
Jump a train from chicago, trace it back
with the neck of a bottle, and the groove of the tracks
spend your life running, that angels sweet sound
chasing the ghosts, of a faraway town.
Oh mississippi, running through my veins
oh mississippi, never the same again.