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Mississippi Fred McDowell and Johnny Woods (Mississippi Fred McDowell) · An Introduction to Mississippi Fred McDowell (Mississippi Fred McDowell) · The Best of Mississippi Fred McDowell (Mississippi Fred McDowell) · The Best of Mississippi Fred McDowell (Mississippi Fred McDowell) · Mississippi Fred McDowell [Rounder] (Mississippi Fred McDowell) · Mississippi Fred McDowell [Rounder] (Mississippi Fred McDowell) · Feels Good, Feels Right (Bing Crosby) · If I Could Dance Like Fred Astaire (Jim Porcella) · Notes from Thee Underground/Feels Like Heaven (Pigface) · Feels Like Christmas (Al Green) – and 90 other albums »


There she goes, disappearing around the bend.
Roll on Mississippi, you make me feel like a child again.
A cool river breeze, like peppermint leaves,
can to
Look like raggedy ann.

Jon: I'll check you out punk, yes I know you feel it. you look like one of
Those dancers from the hanson video, you
that boy can be so rude
My life is wasting away feels like I've been here for days
I hope that he's not dead here I am waiting for Fred
Billy walkin' funny now
'Cause he got shot by that local so and so

Feels like Mississippi

Feels like Mississippi

Belly on up boys to your
They used to waltz on the banks of the mighty Mississippi
[Unintelligible; doesn't sound like "Loving"] the whole night through
The riverboat gambler
Down in Mississippi, I knew a blind man. 
This is what he told me, when I tried to lend a hand. 
I go by feel, yes, I go by feel. 
The only way I
You're Gonna Be Sorry 6:39 Trk 14
Mississippi Fred McDowell
(previously unreleased)
Recorded Sept. 22, 1959, Como Mississippi
Fred McDowell - guitar
Man, I was in a place
Called Keeprunnin', Mississippi one time
And I heard someone on my way by
Sounded a little something like raw funk to me
So
(Words & music by Fred Wise - Dick Manning )
This was gonna be the night tonight
I was gonna get to hold you tight
But I guess we didn't plan it
feel like Fred MacMurray
And you look like Barbara Stanwyck
me one last kiss and hold it a long long time
Give me one last kiss and hold it a long long time
I want to feel that kiss till my head run feels like
It's four in the morning
And she’ll be gone by five
She's got me tangled in sheets
And all tangled up inside
I can feel her heart racing
Like
need

One time for memories just feel it like you know it felt before
And you'll see
That if I'm right it'll pour with rain in England
If I'm right
soft Fred, my record player

Began to do the two step
Side by side my prize antique
And before you know it there they were
Engaging cheek to cheek
and felt I was alone
When I feel like braggin' I just up and say
I'm a native son of San Antone
There's a sweet somebody by the Alamo
Someday she's gonna be
But baby, if you know what I mean
'Cause I love being here with you
I love being here with you

I like a dance by Fred Astaire
And Brando's eyes,
wouldn't know the sting of the rain
I could stand strong and still
Watching you walk away
I wouldn't hurt like this
Or feel so all alone
I wish I was cold
From the warm air through the screen
You come regular like seasons
Shadowing my dreams

And the Mississippi's mighty
But it starts in Minnesota
From the warm air through the screen
You come regular like seasons
Shadowing my dreams

And the Mississippi's mighty
But it starts in Minnesota
From the warm air through the screen
You come regular like seasons
Shadowing my dreams

And the Mississippi's mighty
But it starts in Minnesota
slick it'll make you feel all queasy
Make you do like Fred Sanford with "I'm comin' Wheezy!"

Everybody get down, huh
Everybody get down, huh
Everybody
a super-dooper MC party pooper 
On a track so slick it'll make you feel all queasy 
Make you do like Fred Sanford with "I'm comin' Wheezy!" 

Everybody get
just.. really feel like i can talk to you, why'know?
So, Forget what you've read in the papers!
And forget what you've heard on the radio!
because,
digger gorgeous tryna get me
I run game on a bitch, one Mississippi two Mississippi
Flint nigga in the spot til they pop one and the cops come like (woo!)
glasses, with wine up to yar 

Then somebody grabbed me, threw me outta my chair 
Said before you can eat, you gotta dance like Fred Astaire-aire

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