Jesus Wanderin' Mississippi

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.

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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© 2018 J. Dun 

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