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Erase - Yoknapatawpha (a mental mississippi)
© copyright T. Collins, T. Carter, J. Painter, J. Elwood

Verse 1

Memories enter my psyche and they bite me
and once they leave my head its what I write see
when the cage bird sings it hums a memory
I sample my thoughts under an oak tree

Mystic are the ways of the southern life
puffing back the past with a blast on a corn pipe
easin' thru the trees like the breeze in the August light
the sun kissed my life and made my mind bright

Our eyes are open wide but never seem to see
that knowledge is the air if you care truth needs to breathe
I mouth the words but never write life's melody
time is better spent in my mental Mississippi

Chorus 1

M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I (in Mississippi)
M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I (in Mississippi)

Verse 2

As I lay dying spotted horses pass me by
in All The Kings Men Warren penned a poets cry
Go Down Moses to the river twain's marked and looking high
the stares fall upon me and I fear The Blues Eye

Mental lapses left traps in our future for sure
satirical passes on the masses shot confederate lore
so watch where you sit if you ain't sat here before
cause hanging from that tree is the tradition you adore

Metaphorical excursions tales told in first person
I live my life to love but can't live before the learning
and ooh my mind keeps yearning
you know I'm reeling back the years and these southern eyes are burning

Chorus 2

Turn 1

Where oh where are you tonight

Verse 3

You know dawn pulls the shade on a new day
woke up still dreaming living in my Mississippi
Country roads take me home
to the place where I belong

Farm livin is the life for me
I find my past pointing back at me
you can't see the things I see in me
the south's a piece and not the whole of me

You know I'm kicking back doing some reminiscing
thinking how I was raised on southern living
nothing like a phat cup fill it up
with some sweet tea then you take a gulp

Chorus 3