Heartland - Mississippi Mud Lyrics
Everybody In My Senior ClassGot The Hell Out Just As Fast As They Could GoAnd Pretty Soon That Greyhound BusIt Only Left A Few Of Us To Carry OnIt Might've Been The Family FarmOr Sherry Johnson's Loving ArmsSomething Wouldn't Let Me LeaveSomething Made Me Believe InA Little House, A Piece Of LandMaking Things Grow With My Own Two HandsComing Home Weary To The Bone At The End Of The DayCountry Stores, Beat Up FordsAnd Songs With Only Two Or Three ChordsSomehow I Think I Fell In Love With This Mississippi MudThis Friend Went To BirminghamAnd He's A State's Farm Insurance ManAnd Makes A Hundred ThouHe Calls Me Every Now And ThenKeeps Saying He Can Cut Me InBut It's Too Late NowCause I've Seen So Much Delta RainIt Must've Seapt Into My VainsBeen Here Long Enough To SeeOne Thing For A Man Like Me IsA Little House, A Piece Of LandMaking Things Grow With My Own Two HandsComing Home Weary To The Bone At The End Of The DayCountry Stores, Beat Up FordsAnd Songs With Only Two Or Three ChordsSomehow I Think I Fell In Love With This Mississippi MudHang Around Here Long EnoughIt'll Get Into Your BloodComes Up Like A Cotton SeedBefore To Long All You Need IsA Little House, A Piece Of LandMaking Things Grow With My Own Two HandsComing Home Weary To The Bone At The End Of The DayCountry Stores, Beat Up FordsAnd Songs With Only Two Or Three ChordsSomehow I Think I Fell In Love With This Mississippi MudWith This Mississippi MudOooh, I Think I Fell In Love With This Mississippi MudWith This Mississippi Mud
