Subject: The M.I.S.I.P.
From:
harpgirl
Date: 17 Feb 01 - 11:40 PM
The M.I.S.I.P. by John Hartford
That big sternwheeler comin up the creek
Make my eyes start to water
And my knees get weak
That old [ ] whistle when it starts to blow
Says come on it's time to go
Well I want to be planted when I die
Where I can see steamboats paddlin by
Cuz all I ever wanted since ten years old
Was to pick and to ride an old boat
Now see that pilot at the wheel
A shavin shoals on a twelve inch keel
I hope someday that he'll be me on the M.I.S.I.P.
Now see that pilot at the wheel
A shavin shoals on a twelve inch keel
I hope someday that he'll be me on the M.I.S.I.P
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