Chris Rea — Mississippi

Nashville sky, in the morning sun Somewhere up north, a new life begun He was drawn to the twister, with a Memphis sound Kissed by an Angel, of a music town Jump a train from Chicago, trace it back With the neck of a bottle, and the groove of the tracks Spend your life running, that Angels sweet sound Chasing the ghosts, of a faraway town Oh Mississippi, running through my veins Oh Mississippi, never the same again © Chris Rea & Jazzee Blue