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With just a sleeping bag and an old guitar, I left the band in New Orleans |
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I did some time with the bottle, some with the river queens |
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I never thought I would meet a girl who could turn my head around |
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Till I met that Mississippi Lady in sleepy Gulfport town |
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She was a Mississippi Lady, my lovin' Gulfport gal |
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She taught me how to love and she really loved me well |
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She took me up to heaven then she brought me down |
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That Mississippi Lady, Sweet Cordelia Brown |
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Hot July in Gulfport and I was working in the bars |
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And she was working on the street with the rest of the evening stars |
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She said, "I never met a guy who could turn my head around" |
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And that's really sayin' something for Sweet Cordelia Brown |
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She was a Mississippi Lady, my lovin' Gulfport gal |
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She taught me how to love and she really loved me well |
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She took me up to heaven then she brought me down |
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That Mississippi Lady, Sweet Cordelia Brown |
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Now I'm back in New York City playin' in a band |
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But my mind's on Mississippi, is it hard to understand? |
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I never thought I would meet a girl who could bring me that far down |
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Like the girl I met in Gulfport, Sweet Cordelia Brown |
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She was a Mississippi Lady, my lovin' Gulfport gal |
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She taught me how to love and she really loved me well |
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She took me up to heaven then she brought me down |
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That Mississippi Lady, Sweet Cordelia Brown |
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That Mississippi Lady, Sweet Cordelia Brown |
