Ghosts Of Mississippi

(álbum: Reckless - 2010)

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 walking 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

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 walking 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 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

I don't want to be
Well, I don't want to be
I don't want to be