Where the elite always meet Down in New Orleans, the land of dreams Or just how much it really means The land of dreams where I can lose My Basin Street blues Now won't you come along with me To the Mississippi? We'll take a trip to the land of dreams

Mississippi Queen She taught me everything You know she was a dancer She moved better on wine While the rest of them dudes were gettin' their kicks Boy, I beg your pardon, I was gettin' mine You know what I mean Went down around Vicksburg Around

Won't you come along with me To the Mississippi We'll take a boat to the land of dreams Steam down the river, down to New Orleans The band's there to meet us Old friends there to greet us Where all the proud and elite folks meet Heaven on earth, they

I'm a Ramblin' Man You better move away You're standing too close to the flame Once I mess with your mind Your little heart won't be the same Don't mess around with a Ramblin' Man I've been down the Mississippi, down through New Orleans I've played in

You put some whiskey in the water Gonna run off with your daughter And if I make it to the border I'm gonna be alright I'm on the run the devil?s tryin? to get me Says I met him at a pawn shop down in Mississippi I was an angel lookin? for another face I

To hold you down Mississippi, come back to me Oh, Mississippi January came and took my heart away February felt the same March, my hugs became hold ons April, I huffed like porridge on the boil Morning May, I'm downwind from your shampoo Ichi, ni, san,

When we touchdown In the Midwest we OK Everybody know them southern boys love that bass Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, Louisiana Mississippi tenekeys, every mothafuckin' state Go right from the plane to the range On the private plane gettin' brain, till we

They have a hunting season on the rabbit If you shoot him, boy, you go to jail But the season is always open on men Don't nobody need no bail Down in Mississippi Down in Mississippi where I come from Down in Mississippi where I belong

It's just a Choctaw County affair (Choctaw County affair) It's a Choctaw County affair Well, life's been kind of trippy down here in Mississippi Since Cassie O'Grady disappeared And me and my Bob Shaver been in all the newspapers Every day for naught on

Heaven light a way for a fallen Let me ease the pain from my mother But he feels the deception in his head Down by the lake of Mississippi A boy was born poor and abandoned And as he walk you could hear him yearning For a home and he prays And by the