jesse winchester i think i see a wagon rutted road with the weeds growing tall between the tracks and along one side runs a rusty barbed wire fence and beyond there sits an old tar paper shack chorus mississippi you re on my mind mississippi you re on my mind mississippi you re on my mind i think i hear a noisy old john deere in a field specked with dirty cotton lint and below the field runs a little shady creek and there you ll find the cool green leaves of mint chorus i think i smell the honeysuckle vine the heavy sweetness like to make me sick and the dogs my god they re hungry all the time and the snakes are sleeping where the weeds are thick chorus i think i feel an angry oven heat the southern sun just blazes in the sky and in the dusty weeds an old fat grasshopper jumps i wanna make it to that creek before i fry chorus x2