Letras de Mississippi Sand

I was born down in the bottoms of the flat black delta land
I grew up picking 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 aching soul
Well a man's got to make it sometime a man′s got to make a stand
Or he'll get left in the Mississippi sand

A stranger came to town with two tone shoes upon his feet
Singing songs of sadness picking girls up off the street
He made a little bit of music was the 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 the social schools and things
She was a rose just right for picking and he nipped her in the bud
And he left her here in the Mississippi mud

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