They call her Mississippi
But she donÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't flow to me
Spends her light on the Bayou
But she donÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't come to see
SheÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's the one that makes my dreams
They call her Mississippi
But she donÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't flow to me
The shape of her horizon
Makes the morning sun
When she puts her eyes on
Each and anyone
SheÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's the one that makes me fall
Midnight moon shines through it all
SheÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's the one that makes me fall
Midnight moon shines through it all
SheÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ's the one that makes my dreams
They call her Mississippi
But she donÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't flow to me
They call her Mississippi
But she donÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ't flow to me