Lyrics:

Daddy was a preacher in Sledge
We were living on Gospel and beans
Every Sunday night Deacon Jones
Would give a silver dollar to me
On the way home my poor momma
Would pry it from my hand
And say it fell from heaven

Way down in me a river runs deep
Reminding me just who I am
Good or bad, it'll always be
Mississippi and me
Mississippi and me

Cissy was a beautician next door
She had the worst hairdo in town
She always smoked Pall Malls and drank Tabs
And hung out at the Delta Lounge
But I heard she finally found herself
She runs the best motel
In West Memphis, Arkansas

Mr. Thomas Lee ran the bank
And made a fortune on catfish farms
Every time you'd try for a loan
You had to twist his arm
I heard one night in Tupelo
He stepped out of a window
He thought he was Elvis