Lyrics:
Now freight train keeps rolling and leaves a riding to be
There's folks in Natchez that I'm longing to see
The wide cotton's growing
Did you ever hear about the burning,
that happened way down in Natchez Mississippi town
Did you ever hear about the burning,
that happened way
a thousand miles
He taught me how to love
He taught me how to fly, oh, ho, my
Hungry together
Racin' the weather
Into the Natchez Trace
Warmin'
a thousand miles
He taught me how to love
He taught me how to fly, oh, ho, my
Hungry together
Racin' the weather
Into the Natchez Trace
Warmin'
playin the banjo clown
You could be on the road to Natchez brother with a lot of good songs goin down
Or on my old phonograph records doin a little C
the boat is comin' in
Muddy water runnin' through my veins
Natchez Mississippi on my brain
We celebrate the life before the war
Hoopskirts leave dust trails
On a two lane highway in the delta Uncle Paul met his fate
Driving up the old Natchez Trace
Marianne was a beauty queen who lived across the street
in the night
Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing the saddest kind o' song
He knows things are wrong, and he's right
From Natchez to mobile,
Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing
The saddest kind o' song
He knows things are wrong
And he's right
From Natchez to Mobile, from Memphis to St.
the night
Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing
The saddest kind o' song
He knows things are wrong
And he's right
From Natchez to Mobile, from
the night
Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing
The saddest kind o' song
He knows things are wrong
And he's right
From Natchez to Mobile, from
in the night
Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing the saddest kind of song
He knows things are wrong, and he's right
From Natchez to mobile
From
in the night
Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing the saddest kind of song
He knows things are wrong, and he's right
From Natchez to mobile
From
the night
Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing
The saddest kind o' song
He knows things are wrong
And he's right
From Natchez to Mobile, from
in the night
Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing the saddest kind of song
He knows things are wrong, and he's right
From Natchez to mobile
From
Jackson on a high hill, mama, Natchez just below
Jackson on a high hill, mama, Natchez just below
I ever get back home, I won't be back no more
Jackson on a high hill, mama, Natchez just below
Jackson on a high hill, mama, Natchez just below
I ever get back home, I won't be back no more
had enough
She's gone to Greenville, maybe Natchez, Vicksburg, I don't know
She's gone to Greenville, Natchez, I don't know
I'm going to sit here
in the night
Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing the saddest kind o' song
He knows things are wrong, and he's right
From Natchez to mobile,
Take me back to Mississippi, the place that I call home
I'd rather be cruisin' down the Natchez Trace
Than racing down this interstate
So take me back
had enough
She's gone to Greenville, maybe Natchez, Vicksburg, I don't know
She's gone to Greenville, Natchez, I don't know
I'm going to sit here
Jackson on a high hill, mama, Natchez just below
Jackson on a high hill, mama, Natchez just below
I ever get back home, I won't be back no more
the night
Take my word, the mockingbird'll sing
The saddest kind o' song
He knows things are wrong
And he's right
From Natchez to Mobile, from
the Natchez Trace
In all the silver thread and cold black lace
When she put you in your resting place
Would you take my gold or leave my soul unscathed
All I
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