Track 29
Well given the tall grass youÒ‘re livinÒ‘ in
ItÒ‘s not ideal to keep fire in your life.
And the Delta Winds keep pickinÒ‘ on me
As IÒ‘m makinÒ‘ it down the line.
Sorry to burn so unexpectedly
But it ainÒ‘t goinÒ‘ out with the rain in your eyes.
Mississippi burninÒ‘ in the middle of
The raging wind tonight
Black gold and coalÒ‘s open up the throttle
To get me the hell away
From that Mason-Dixon line.
Sit on the floor
And lock the door-
DancinÒ‘ with a bottle.
TakinÒ‘ it home where the buffalo roam on track 29...
Track 29.
Given the tone of your delivery
And the habit of seeing me kinda blow right by,
And the Delta Winds keep trickinÒ‘ me
That I hear your words arrive.
She said she found the arms of another man.
Well to tell you the truth man
She shouldÒ‘ve lied.
Mississippi lyinÒ‘ in the middle
Of a bed of nails tonight.
Black gold and coalÒ‘s open up the throttle
To get me the hell away
From that Mason-Dixon line.
Sit on the floor
And lock the door-
DancinÒ‘ with a bottle.
TakinÒ‘ it home where the buffalo roam on track 29...
Track 29.