Ghosts Of Mississippi

Late one night behind corn whiskey
I fell asleep with a guitar in my hand
I dreamed about the ghosts of Mississippi
And the blues came walking like a man
Without a word I passed that guitar over
He tuned it up like I’d never seen
A crooked smile was his expression
Then he closed his eyes and began to sing
Oh Lord why have you forsaken me
Got me down in Mississippi
Where I don’t want to be
Oh Lord why have you forsaken me
Got me down in Mississippi
Where I don’t want to be
When I woke up I looked into the mirror
I saw no reflection for a while
But as my eyes came into focus
I recognized that crooked smile
Oh Lord why have you forsaken me
Got me down in Mississippi
Where I don’t want to be
Oh Lord why have you forsaken me
Got me down in Mississippi
Where I don’t want to be
Late one night behind corn whiskey
I fell asleep with a guitar in my hand
I dreamed about the ghosts of Mississippi
And the blues came walking like a man
Oh Lord why have you forsaken me
Got me down in Mississippi
Where I don’t want to be
Oh Lord why have you forsaken me
Got me down in Mississippi
Where I don’t want to be