Song | Mississippi |
Artist | Chris Rea |
Album | Dancing Down the Stony Road |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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. | |
© Chris Rea & Jazzee Blue |
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. | |
Chris Rea Jazzee Blue |
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. | |
Chris Rea Jazzee Blue |