Drivin' in the walkin' rain
Let's go, let's go
Stream down my windowpane
Through the fields, where does all the water go?
Stirring in my sleeping bag
There I stew
Holdin' tight the teddy bear
Dreamin' about you
Feels like Mississippi
Billy Parker on his high tractor
Workin' the dirt all day
The sun and the moon, they're trading places
Better never put that plow away
Yeah, momma was stickin' to her story
Happened wars ago
But Billy walkin' funny now
'Cause he got shot by that local so and so
Feels like Mississippi
Feels like Mississippi
Belly on up boys to your favorite back
If you learn how to paint
She might never, never come back
Guitars can talk on just one string
Lord beat that drum boy, boy, boy, boy
With a turkey leg
Goin' back to Mississippi
Widespread Panic - Thin Air Lyrics
Widespread Panic - Thin Air Lyrics
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Drivin' in the walkin' rain
Let's go, let's go
Stream down my windowpane
Through the fields, where does all the water go?
Stirring in my sleeping bag
There I stew
Holdin' tight the teddy bear
Dreamin' about you
Feels like Mississippi
Billy Parker on his high tractor
Workin' the dirt all day
The sun and the moon, they're trading places
Better never put that plow away
Yeah, momma was stickin' to her story
Happened wars ago
But Billy walkin' funny now
'Cause he got shot by that local so and so
Feels like Mississippi
Feels like Mississippi
Belly on up boys to your favorite back
If you learn how to paint
She might never, never come back
Guitars can talk on just one string
Lord beat that drum boy, boy, boy, boy
With a turkey leg
Goin' back to Mississippi
Let's go, let's go
Stream down my windowpane
Through the fields, where does all the water go?
Stirring in my sleeping bag
There I stew
Holdin' tight the teddy bear
Dreamin' about you
Feels like Mississippi
Billy Parker on his high tractor
Workin' the dirt all day
The sun and the moon, they're trading places
Better never put that plow away
Yeah, momma was stickin' to her story
Happened wars ago
But Billy walkin' funny now
'Cause he got shot by that local so and so
Feels like Mississippi
Feels like Mississippi
Belly on up boys to your favorite back
If you learn how to paint
She might never, never come back
Guitars can talk on just one string
Lord beat that drum boy, boy, boy, boy
With a turkey leg
Goin' back to Mississippi
Writer: David Schools, Domingo Ortiz, George Mc Connell, John Bell, John Hermann, Todd Nance
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management