Flatlands

Drivin' this â€~75 Cadillac
I’ve got the top rolled back
On a southern born uncloudy day
Down a long stretch of highway
I know this day’s gonna be my friend
Long as I’m here, baby, in the flatlands
Mississippi flatlands
September fields white as snow
A thousand acres of cotton rows
Sweet gospel preachin' in the air
Amazin' grace is everywhere
So down to earth here in the palm
Of heavenâ€~s hand
Baby, that’s the flatlands
Mississippi flatlands
I saw an old blues man on 61
That’s a highway where I’m from
Playin' slide guitar with a loaded gun
He’s got delta mud runnin' through his veins
And when he sings his songs
You can feel the pain
Lord, he may have a broken heart
But he’s got magic hands
Where else but in the down home, ever lovin'
Heart breakin', no mistakin'
Mighty ole, muddy Mississippi flatlands
Welcome to Mississippi