Nashville Sky, In The Morning Sun

Somewhere Up North, A New Life Begun

He Was Drawn To The Twister, With A Memphis Sound

Kissed By An Angel, Of A Music Town.



Jump A Train From Chicago, Trace It Back

With The Neck Of A Bottle, And The Groove Of The Tracks

Spend Your Life Running, That Angels Sweet Sound

Chasing The Ghosts, Of A Faraway Town.



Oh Mississippi, Running Through My Veins

Oh Mississippi, Never The Same Again.