Mississippi Moon from Dice Cup by Raymond Little

Mississippi Moon

Take my hand, child, come and walk with me.
Release me early from this penitentiary,
I got time on my hands.
Time on my hands.
The sun’s been shining but it finally dawned on me,
just a sittin’ in my cell down in ol’ Mississippi,
I’m becoming a man.
I’m becoming a man.

My thoughts are clear when they reflect off muddy water,
what you did is a crime but you can’t read it in the blotter
above the law of the land.
Above the law of the land.
You don’t wanna know, plus, your feet don’t fit my shoes.
I finally found a way that I could lose these walkin’ blues,
I took a ride in a van,
ride in a van.

Mississippi.
Mississippi.
Mississippi Moon.

Shinin’ bright as my love for you.

Together there’s a place where we can always sail away
free from the chains of all those yesterdays.
Sail away for a while. Sail away for a while.
You can post bail but there will still be a trail.
My time is almost up already counted all the tiles,
every second’s a mile,
every second’s a mile.

My back’s been hurtin, this load weighs tons and tons.
The only highway that can handle this is sixty-one.
Highway Six-One.
Highway Six-One.
Some people tell me that the walkin’ blues they ain’t that bad,
but it’s the worst ol’ feelin, boys, that I have ever had
maybe next time I’ll run.
Next time I’ll run.

Mississippi.
Mississippi.
Mississippi.
Mississippi.
Mississippi.
Mississippi.
Mississippi Moon.

Shinin’ bright as my love for you.

• Rock
• Rock & Roll
• alternative
• folk
• political
• songwriter
• Marquette