Flatlands (Delta Mix)

Flatlands (Delta Mix)
 Drivin' this '75 Cadillac
 I've got the top rolled back
 On a Southern-born uncloudy day
 Down a long stretch of highway
 I know this day's gonna be my friend
 Long as I'm here, baby, in the flatlands
 Mississippi flatlands
 September fields white as snow
 A thousand acres of cotton rows
 Sweet gospel preachin' in the air
 Amazin' grace is everywhere
 So down to earth here in the palm
 Of heaven's hand
 Baby, that's the flatlands
 Mississippi flatlands
 I saw an old blues man on 61
 That's a highway where I'm from
 Playin' slide guitar with a loaded gun
 He's got delta mud runnin' through his veins
 And when he sings his songs
 You can feel the pain
 Lord, he may have a broken heart
 But he's got magic hands
 Where else but in the down-home, ever lovin'
 Heart breakin', no mistakin'
 Mighty ole, muddy Mississippi flatlands
 Welcome to Mississippi