Mississippi River

The summer was waving
A cold winter good-bye
And the river was flowing
All fast and high
She had enough of small towns
And wanted something new
And she left me standing
By the Mississippi River
Not a year goes by
When that river don’t bite
You always read in the paper
About it taking some lives
When the water’s high
You best stand clear
Even the Mississippi River
Couldn’t hold her here
When the snow starts falling
And the cold winter comes back
I’ll walk out on that river
Until the ice all cracks
And I’ll let it take me
To where the skies are blue
Maybe the Mississippi River
Will lead me back to you
I miss you darling
Guess I always will
But asking you to come home is like
Asking that river to stand still.