HEARTLAND - Mississippi Love lyrics

Everybody in my senior class

Got the hell out just as fast

As they could go

And pretty soon that greyhound bus

Had only left a few of us

To carry on

It might have been the family farm

Or Sherry Johnson's loving arms

Something wouldn't let me leave

Something made me believe in

Chorus:

A little house

A piece of land

Making things grown with my own two hands

Coming home

Weary to the bone

At the end of the day

Country stores

Beat up fords

And songs with only 2 or 3 cords

Somehow I think I fell in love

With this Mississippi mud

My best friend went to Birmingham

He's a State Farm insurrance man

Makes a hundred thou

He calls me every now and then

Keeps sayin he can cut me in

But its too late now

Cause I've seen so much delta rain

It must have seeped into my veins

Been here long enough to see

One thing for a man life me is

Chorus:

A little house

A piece of land

Making things grown with my own two hands

Coming home

Weary to the bone

At the end of the day

Country stores

Beat up fords

And songs with only 2 or 3 cords

Somehow I think I fell in love

With this Mississippi mud

Hang around here long enough

It'll get into your blood

Comes up like a cotton seed

Before to long all you need is

Chorus:

A little house

A piece of land

Making things grown with my own two hands

Coming home

Weary to the bone

At the end of the day

Country stores

Beat up fords

And songs with only 2 or 3 cords

Somehow I think I fell in love

With this Mississippi mud

With this Mississippi mud

Woah I think I fell in love with this

With this Mississippi mud