Walking along, whistling a song, Barefoot and fancy free, A big riverboat, passing us by, she's headed for New Orleans There she goes, disappearing around the bend. Roll on Mississippi; you make me feel like a child again.
A cool river breeze, like peppermint leaves, The taste of it takes me back, Chewin on a straw, torn overalls, A cane pole and old straw hat and muddy river. Just like a long lost friend. Roll on Mississippi; you make me feel like a child again
Roll on Mississippi, big river roll. You're the childhood dream that I grew up on. Roll on Mississippi, carry me home. Now I can see I've been away too long. Roll on, Mississippi, roll on.
Now, when the world's spinning round, too fast for me, And I need a place to dream. So I come to your banks, I sit in your shade Relive the memories Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn Roll on Mississippi; you make me feel like a child again
Roll on Mississippi, Big river roll You're the childhood dream that I grew up on. Roll on Mississippi, carry me home. Now I can see I've been away too long. Roll on, Mississippi, Roll on, Mississippi, Roll on, Mississippi, Roll on Roll on, Mississippi, Roll on Roll on, Mississippi, Roll onTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
