MISSISSIPPI DELTA BLUES
(Jack Neville and Jimmie Rodgers)

There's friends around and even pals
that I know are true,
Still I'm lonely, homesick and blue.
There's no one who can cheer me when I'm alone,
Longing for my Mississippi Home.

Way down on the delta,
on the Mississippi shore,
In that muddy water,
I long to be once more.
When night shadows creep about
and the whippoorwills call,
You can hear old mammy shout:
"Come in here you all."
Way down on the levee,
strolling in the pale moonlight,
You can see those steamboats
and the fields of snowy white.
There's a feeling I can't lose,
that muddy water's in my shoes;
When I get that Mississippi delta blues.

I long to hear them darkies sing
those old melodies;
"Swanee River" and "Old Black Joe."
Sweet magnolia perfume
floating on the breeze,
Way down South is where I long to go.

Way down on the delta,
on the Mississippi shore,
In that muddy water,
I long to be once more.
When night shadows creep about
and the whippoorwills call,
You can hear old mammy shout:
"Come in here you all."
Way down on the levee,
strolling in the pale moonlight,
You can see those steamboats
and the fields of snowy white.
There's a feeling I can't lose,
that muddy water's in my shoes;
When I get that Mississippi delta blues.