Well given the tall grass youґre livinґ in Itґs not ideal to keep fire in your life. And the Delta Winds keep pickinґ on me As Iґm makinґ it down the line. Sorry to burn so unexpectedly But it ainґt goinґ out with the rain in your eyes. Mississippi burninґ in the middle of The raging wind tonight Black gold and coalґs open up the throttle To get me the hell away From that Mason-Dixon line. Sit on the floor And lock the door- Dancinґ with a bottle. Takinґ it home where the buffalo roam on track 29... Track 29. Given the tone of your delivery And the habit of seeing me kinda blow right by, And the Delta Winds keep trickinґ me That I hear your words arrive. She said she found the arms of another man. Well to tell you the truth man She shouldґve lied. Mississippi lyinґ in the middle Of a bed of nails tonight. Black gold and coalґs open up the throttle To get me the hell away From that Mason-Dixon line. Sit on the floor And lock the door- Dancinґ with a bottle. Takinґ it home where the buffalo roam on track 29... Track 29.