Mississippi But she don't flow to me Spends her light on the Bayou But she don't come to see She's the one that makes my dreams They call her Mississippi
Mississippi Album: Portraits The First Recordings Rounder CD 1718 Transcriber: Awcantor@aol.com (guitar) When the train come along, Lord When the train
Mississippi But she don?t flow to me Spends her light on the Bayou But she don?t come to see She?s the one that makes my dreams They call her Mississippi
译文: 火车. 密西西比.
her Mississippi But she don?t flow to me Spends her light on the Bayou But she don?t come to see She?s the one that makes my dreams They call her Mississippi
way 'cross Alabama The 'hound broke down left us all stranded In downtown Birmingham Straight off bought me a through train ticket Right across Mississippi
across Alabama And that bow broke down And left us all stranded in downtown Birmingham Right away I bought me a through train ticket Got across Mississippi
, you know me Freak nasty in a room trying to blow me Like engine, engine, number nine Homies run a train, standing in line If that train jumps off the
station, Her dress as black as a crow in a coal mine She cried when her little girl got off the train. Her brothers and her sisters drove down from Jackson, Mississippi
where, I already came here with it Pull up at the picnic El Camino on 13's Red nose pit bulls in the back, No leash Mu'fuckas well-trained, on the low
Sometimes my soul gets weary and my mind begins to wonder And like that old train 'The Hummingbird' it goes to Alabama They say home is where the heart
Now why do I call myself a nigga, you ask me Who's got my back when the cops harass me New York, L.A or Cincinnati Can ride the train or with the Caddie
get by While we struggle to maintain, bring sight to the blind Up against the machine the _Bush Killer_ remain In between the government and the public that's trained
then your Valentine For 5 mill I bought a lake front crib Bentley car cover lookin? like a laced frontwig Of course they hatin' cause they still ridin' tha marta train
late with the southbound mail We'll be on time or we're leavin' the rails Casey Jones climbed in the cabin Dead on the rail was a passenger train blood
