Daddy came home from plowin
Took off his muddy boots
Said the Mississippi’s risin’
If it don’t quit rainin’ soon
We could lose
Lose everything to the flood
And watch it wash away in the Mississippi mud

Daddy stood on the front porch
Sweat drippin from his brow
Said the ground is dry as hard tack
It ain’t no good to plow
We could lose
Lose everything to the sun
Where there once was runnin water
Is just Mississippi mud

Too wet too dry
Too low too high
Swear she got a mind of her own
Feast or famine
Praise or damin’
Reach down in your soul
Pray to Jesus
Brother get on your knees and pray
Let us be delivered from the Mississippi river
Lord carry us away
Carry us away

Daddy’s was a hard life you could see it in his face
Cracked and dried and weathered
Just like his shallow grave
Before it washed
Before it washed away in the flood
It carried him to glory
In the Mississippi mud

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