Late one night behind corn whiskey I fell asleep with a guitar in my hand I dreamed about the ghosts of Mississippi And the blues came walkin' in like a man Without a word I passed that guitar over He tuned it up like I'd never seen A crooked smile was his expression Then he closed his eyes and began to sing Oh Lord why have you forsaken me Got me down in Mississippi where I don't want to be Oh Lord why have you forsaken me Got me down in Mississippi where I don't want to be Oh Lord why have you forsaken me Got me down in Mississippi where I don't want to be Oh Lord why have you forsaken me Got me down in Mississippi where I don't want to be When I woke up I looked into the mirror I saw no reflection for a while But as my eyes came into focus I recognized that crooked smile Oh Lord why have you forsaken me Got me down in Mississippi where I don't want to be Oh Lord why have you forsaken me Got me down in Mississippi where I don't want to be Late one night behind corn whiskey I fell asleep with a guitar in my hand I dreamed about the ghosts of Mississippi And the blues came walkin' like a man Oh Lord why have you forsaken me Got me down in Mississippi where I don't want to be Oh Lord why have you forsaken me Got me down in Mississippi where I don't want to beTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
