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Daddy was a preacher in Sledge We were living on Gospel and beans Every Sunday night Deacon Jones Would give a silver dollar to me On the way home my poor momma Would pry it from my hand And say it fell from heaven Way down in me a river runs deep Reminding me just who I am Good or bad, it'll always be Mississippi and me Mississippi and me Cissy was a beautician next door She had the worst hairdo in town She always smoked Pall Malls and drank Tabs And hung out at the Delta Lounge But I heard she finally found herself She runs the best motel In West Memphis, Arkansas Mr. Thomas Lee ran the bank And made a fortune on catfish farms Every time you'd try for a loan You had to twist his arm I heard one night in Tupelo He stepped out of a window He thought he was Elvis Aus Songtexte Mania