Mississippi Sand

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[Verse 1]
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 I was born down in the bottoms of
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 the flat black Delta land
I grew up picking cotton in the 
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Mississippi sand
My mama said son take that girl and 
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go make her your wife
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Or you'll be stuck here in this mud
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 all of your life


[Chorus]
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Will the water roll it all way 
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this secret that I hold
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Will the water roll it all away 
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will it cleanse my aching soul
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But a man's got to make it 
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sometime a man's got to take a stand
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Or he'll get left in the 
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Mississippi sand


[Verse 2]
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 A stranger came to town with two 
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torn shoes upon his feet
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Singing songs of sadness picking 
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girls off of the street
He made a little bit of music was a 
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leader of a band
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And they call him the muddy 
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Mississippi band


[Verse 3]
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 My girl was Ruby Colter and she was
 on her teens
I took her out to churches to 
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socials schools and things
She was a rose just right for 
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picking and he nipped her in the bud
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And he left her here in the 
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Mississippi mud


[Chorus]
         A             E          
Will the water roll it all way 
  B             E
this secret that I hold
         A             E          
Will the water roll it all away 
      B                 E
will it cleanse my aching soul
      A                    E      
But a man's got to make it 
    B                   E
sometime a man's got to take a stand
                         B         
Or he'll get left in the 
  E
Mississippi sand


[Instrumental]
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[Verse 4]
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 Then me and old Carl we caught 
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him right down by the store
We choked him just a little bit and 
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held him to the floor
We relived him of his pocketbook, 
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his blood and other things
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Now the Mississippi man's no longer
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 mean


[Chorus]
         A             E          
Will the water roll it all way 
  B             E
this secret that I hold
         A             E          
Will the water roll it all away 
      B                 E
will it cleanse my aching soul
      A                    E      
But a man's got to make it 
    B                   E
sometime a man's got to take a stand
                         B         
Or he'll get left in the 
  E
Mississippi sand