Track 29

Well given the tall grass youґre livinґ in

Itґs not ideal to keep fire in your life.

And the Delta Winds keep pickinґ on me

As Iґm makinґ it down the line.

Sorry to burn so unexpectedly

But it ainґt goinґ out with the rain in your eyes.

Mississippi burninґ in the middle of

The raging wind tonight

Black gold and coalґs open up the throttle

To get me the hell away

From that Mason-Dixon line.

Sit on the floor

And lock the door-

Dancinґ with a bottle.

Takinґ 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 trickinґ me

That I hear your words arrive.

She said she found the arms of another man.

Well to tell you the truth man

She shouldґve lied.

Mississippi lyinґ in the middle

Of a bed of nails tonight.

Black gold and coalґs open up the throttle

To get me the hell away

From that Mason-Dixon line.

Sit on the floor

And lock the door-

Dancinґ with a bottle.

Takinґ it home where the buffalo roam on track 29...

Track 29.