I wanna wet my face in warm rains again.
Summers so hot, molasses runs thin.
Whippoorwill calls to me, like an old friend:
Come back home to Mississippi, come back home.
Southern girls, with their Southern drawl.
Southern charms, and that’s not all:
Southern sashay is just another call
Back home to Mississippi, come back home.
Tired of playing the traffic game.
Tired of badges with no first name.
Trains and planes and cars all night.
These are subtle chains to a Southern guy.
[Instrumental]
Places, times, almost surreal.
Morning dew, the kitten on the windowsill.
Memories frame her cotton fields.
Home in Mississippi, back home.
I want to wet my face in warm rains again.
Summers so hot, molasses runs thin.
Whippoorwill calls to me, like an old friend:
Come back home to Mississippi, come back home.
Stephen’s Reason, 2008