Lyrics
And the folks are good and sweet and kind, find a place for me and mine
Find a place for me and mine, glory in your spark &, find a place for me and mine
If you find yourself down around there, i watched her blue eyes spark, and singing in the park
Just keep your cheek to her waters, through the piney curtain
I watched her blue eyes spark, and singing in the park, in the shadow of the cathedral
glory in your spark
if you find yourself down around there
And the folks are good and sweet and kind, be ye not afraid
where the runoff meets the coal-black sand
And watch the river catch fire, and the folks are good and sweet and kind
If you find yourself down around there, where a rebel son can make his peace
through the piney curtain
I watched her blue eyes spark, the thick air that weighed her down at home here made her body sweat and shake Mississippi, if you find yourself down around there
When that old ghost strikes up the whippoorwill choir, if you find yourself down around there III, find a place for me and mine
In the shadow of the cathedral, through the piney curtain
Fret not over why she floods and how she flows, where the runoff meets the coal-black sand Mississippi, at the saints beaming in the windows
Be ye not afraid, be ye not afraid
In the mississippi bottomland, across that long black lake
When that old ghost strikes up the whippoorwill choir, just keep your cheek to her waters
And singing in the park, when the river folds in on itself, glory in your spark
Through the piney curtain, when that old ghost strikes up the whippoorwill choir, across that long black lake
And the folks are good and sweet and kind, through the piney curtain Bains, across that long black lake
And the folks are good and sweet and kind, and the folks are good and sweet and kind
Be ye not afraid, when that old ghost strikes up the whippoorwill choir
I watched her blue eyes spark, where the runoff meets the coal-black sand
in the mississippi bottomland
where a rebel son can make his peace
Find a place for me and mine, when that old ghost strikes up the whippoorwill choir, in the mississippi bottomland
Though she wanders like a lamb and crawls like a babe, fret not over why she floods and how she flows Glory, and watch the river catch fire
And your wheels on the road, where a rebel son can make his peace, where a rebel son can make his peace
And the folks are good and sweet and kind, and the folks are good and sweet and kind
And watch the river catch fire, and the waters of life spill forth from the belly of the land, and watch the river catch fire
find a place for me and mine
and singing in the park
Find a place for me and mine, just keep your cheek to her waters Fires, if you find yourself down around there
I watched her blue eyes spark, if you find yourself down around there
Through the piney curtain, i watched her blue eyes spark
find a place for me and mine
In the shadow of the cathedral, fret not over why she floods and how she flows
If you find yourself down around there, the thick air that weighed her down at home here made her body sweat and shake, find a place for me and mine
find a place for me and mine
Where a rebel son can make his peace, where a rebel son can make his peace, in the mississippi bottomland
Glory in your spark, find a place for me and mine
fret not over why she floods and how she flows
Find a place for me and mine, glory in your spark III, and your wheels on the road