They call her Mississippi
But she don´t flow to me
Spends her light on the Bayou
But she don´t come to see
She´s the one that makes my dreams
They call her Mississippi
But she don´t flow to me
The shape of her horizon
Makes the morning sun
When she puts her eyes on
Each and anyone
She´s the one that makes me fall
Midnight moon shines through it all
She´s the one that makes me fall
Midnight moon shines through it all
She´s the one that makes my dreams
They call her Mississippi
But she don´t flow to me
They call her Mississippi
But she don´t flow to me
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