Nashville sky, in the morning sun

Somewhere up north, a new life begun

He was drawn to the twister, with a Memphis sound

Kissed by an Angel, of a music town.



Jump a train from Chicago, trace it back

With the neck of a bottle, and the groove of the tracks

Spend your life running, that Angels sweet sound

Chasing the ghosts, of a faraway town.



Oh Mississippi, running through my veins

Oh Mississippi, never the same again.