The Not-books of Johnnie Dun

Freighter ships floatin’ home,

the crews can’t find a bed,

been losin’ people for years,

gonna work these docks instead.

 

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like to gamble down on the Gulf,

where the old ladies know how to be.

if you’re lucky you’ll find your self,

and Jesus wanderin’ Mississippi.

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like to put it down in Gulfport,

like to moan this song,

cotton cross the river,

on the Gulf, you can tell what’s wrong .

 

my love gambled all her life,

she lost her way at forty,

twisted inside like a knife,

and Jesus wanderin’ Mississippi

 

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