Roll On Mississippi

Walking along, whistling a song,

Barefoot and fancy free,

A big riverboat, passing us by, she's headed for New Orleans

There she goes, disappearing around the bend.

Roll on Mississippi; you make me feel like a child again.

A cool river breeze, like peppermint leaves,

The taste of it takes me back,

Chewin on a straw, torn overalls,

A cane pole and old straw hat and muddy river.

Just like a long lost friend.

Roll on Mississippi; you make me feel like a child again

Roll on Mississippi, big river roll.

You're the childhood dream that I grew up on.

Roll on Mississippi, carry me home.

Now I can see I've been away too long.

Roll on, Mississippi, roll on.

Now, when the world's spinning round, too fast for me,

And I need a place to dream.

So I come to your banks, I sit in your shade

Relive the memories

Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn

Roll on Mississippi; you make me feel like a child again

Roll on Mississippi, Big river roll

You're the childhood dream that I grew up on.

Roll on Mississippi, carry me home.

Now I can see I've been away too long.

Roll on, Mississippi, roll on, Mississippi,

Roll on, Mississippi, roll on

Roll on, Mississippi, roll on

Roll on, Mississippi, roll on