Rosanne Cash

I'm groing tired of the big city lights
Tired of the glamour, tired of the size
I'm alway dreaming of roaming once more
Back to my home on the old river shore
Days are dark and dreary everwhere I roam
How I long for Mississippi and you
Nothing seems to cheer me under heaven's door
How I miss the Mississippi and you
Roaming the wide world over
Always alone and blue, so blue
I am sad and weary, longing to go home
Yes, I miss the Mississippi and you