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. В© Chris Rea & Jazzee Blue
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