Letras de Mississippi Sand

I was born down in the bottoms of the flat black delta land
I grew up pickin′ cotton in the Mississippi sand
My mama said, "Son, take that girl and go make her your wife
Or you'll be stuck here in this mud all of your life"
Will the water roll it all away, this secret that I hold?
Will the water roll it all away?
Will it cleanse my achin′ soul?
Well, a man's gotta make it sometime, a man's gotta take
A stand, or he′ll get left in the Mississippi sand
A stranger came to town with two-toned shoes upon his feet
Singin′ songs of sadness, pickin' girls up off the street
He made a little bit of music, was a leader of a band
And they called him the Muddy Mississippi Band
My girl was Ruby Coulter, and she was in her teens
I took her out to churches, to socials, schools and things
She was a rose just right for pickin′, and he nipped her
In the bud, and he left her here in the Mississippi mud
Will the water roll it all away, this secret that I hold?
Will the water roll it all away?
Will it cleanse my achin' soul?
Well, a man′s gotta make it sometime, a man's gotta take
A stand, or he′ll get left in the Mississippi sand
Then me and old Carl, we caught him right down by the store
We choked him just a little bit, and held him to the floor
We relieved him of his pocketbook, his blood, and other things
Now the Mississippi Man's no longer mean
Will the water roll it all away, this secret that I hold?
Will the water roll it all away?
Will it cleanse my achin' soul?
Well, a man′s gotta make it sometime, a man′s gotta
Make a stand, and I left him in the Mississippi sand