Mississippi You're On My Mind

I think I see a wagon rutted road
 With the weeds growing tall between the tracks
 And along one side runs a rusty barbed wire fence
 And beyond that sits an old tar paper shack.
 Mississippi, you're on my mind
 Mississippi, you're on my mind
 Oh, Mississippi, you're on my mind.
 I think I hear a noisy old John Deere
 In a field specked with dirty cotton lint
 And below the field runs a little shady creek
 And there you'll find the cool green leaves of mint.
 Mississippi, you're on my mind
 Mississippi, you're on my mind
 Oh, Mississippi, you're on my mind.
 I think I smell the honeysuckle vine
 The heavy sweetness like to make me sick
 And the dogs, my God, they're hungry all the time
 And the snakes are sleeping where the weeds are thick.
 Mississippi, you're on my mind
 Mississippi, you're on my mind
 Oh, Mississippi, you're on my mind.
 I think I feel an angry oven heat
 The southern sun just blazes in the sky
 In the dusty weeds a fat grasshopper jumps
 I want to make it to that creek before I fry.
 Mississippi, you're on my mind
 Mississippi, you're on my mind
 Oh, Mississippi, you're on my mind.
 Mississippi, you're on my mind
 Mississippi, you're on my mind
 Oh, Mississippi, you're on my mind.