I just finished a book With it's cover torn and its pages worn The story starts on the day you were born in the city Where movie houses stood Raised on Elvis and Hollywood The bad guys bad and the good guys good And the weight of the world is always on the sheriff's shoulders There was life in the little house Above the hospital for the dying So I will keep singing I will keep fishing for some words in this water all around me As the houses of home shook And as the shelter broke you got a good long look Of a country and class run by buzzards and crooks Mississippi! Mississippi! Through CIA and Klan Through a McCarthy's damn blacklist, Nixon and 'nam They teargassed the students but you had a plan And the weight of the world is always on the sheriff's shoulders There was life in the little house Above the hospital for the dying So I will keep singing I will keep fishing for some words in this water all around me There was life in the city that night When you found your voice and you voiced your sight And you held your ground to help us see There's more to life than lovers and chores There's more to life than an office at the top floor Somehow, someway, we all find peace We all find...