Baby I'm a lifer I ain't goin' nowhere Told you since day one I had to wife ya Show the world that I just wanna love ya Girl I don't wanna fight ya Yeah you're the only one for me God knows that I'm a product of George Strait And dammit I love sayin' to

They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one There is a house in New Orleans My mother was a tailor Sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs

They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one There is a house in New Orleans My mother was a tailor Sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs

Don't you think I'm lone, lonely enough? God, now how much more do I have to hurt? God, you don't know the sadness of this place You've got the angels and the saints So give me back my love, love How far down do you wanna see me go, tell me? It's been a

I'll shake my fist up to the sky Just keeping my dreams alive I'm one part saint and two part sinner, And the last part is still on the line If I only knew what I know Grown from a seed of hope I've never known Been raised by the surroundings of a home

God knows I'm trying I cannot tell who is my friend I need distance between me and them Gonna have to teach me how to love you again God knows I'm trying for you I seen man turn fool for the money one too many times I seen some girls turn their back on

'Do it slow' I don't know Alabama's gotten me so upset Tennessee made me lose my rest And everybody knows about Mississippi goddam But that's just the trouble The name of this tune is Mississippi goddam And I mean every word of it Can't you see it

God knows at least we try Oh, God knows We will get up and grow We can make it just in time We'll march on 'Cause every time when we fall Oh, oh, God I know I won't be on my own Even birds don't fly alone

So can you can you get back to me? I been calling tryna get a hold of you, you (yeah, yeah) Feeling lost and I don't know what to do Nold on, let me try callin' one more time Come on, pick up man, fuck I'm calling God, leaving voicemails I know your

'Do it slow' I don't know Alabama's gotten me so upset Tennessee made me lose my rest And everybody knows about Mississippi goddam But that's just the trouble The name of this tune is Mississippi goddam And I mean every word of it Can't you see it