Heartland

Everybody in my senior class
Got the hell out just as fast as they could go
And pretty soon that Greyhound bus
It only left a few of us to carry on
It mightve been the family farm
Or Sherry Johnsons loving arms
Something wouldnt let me leave
Something made me believe in
A little house, a piece of land
Making things grow with my own two hands
Coming home weary to the bone at the end of the day
Country stores, beat up Fords
And songs with only two or three chords
Somehow I think I fell in love with this Mississippi mud
This friend went to Birmingham
And hes a States Farm Insurance man
And makes a hundred thou
He calls me every now and then
Keeps saying he can cut me in
But its too late now
Cause Ive seen so much Delta rain
It mustve seapt into my vains
Been here long enough to see
One thing for a man like me is
A little house, a piece of land
Making things grow with my own two hands
Coming home weary to the bone at the end of the day
Country stores, beat up Fords
And songs with only two or three chords
Somehow I think I fell in love with this Mississippi mud
Hang around here long enough
Itll get into your blood
Comes up like a cotton seed
Before to long all you need is
A little house, a piece of land
Making things grow with my own two hands
Coming home weary to the bone at the end of the day
Country stores, beat up Fords
And songs with only two or three chords
Somehow I think I fell in love with this Mississippi mud
With this Mississippi mud
Oooh, I think I fell in love with this Mississippi mud
With this Mississippi mud
[ Mississippi Mud Lyrics ]