My heart’s in Mississippi,
’Tis de place whar I was born;
’Tis dar I planted sugar cane,
’Tis dar I hoed de corn,
Dey have taken me to Texas,
A thousand miles below;
Yet my heart’s in Mississippi
Wherever I go.
Chorus.—Yet my heart’s in Mississippi,
’Tis de place whar I was born;
’Tis dar I planted sugar cane,
’Tis dar I hoed de corn.
Mobile may boast of beauties,
Dat lemonade de street;
But dey neber hab a sixpence,
To ax you to a treat;
De Mississippi yellow gals,
Dey always treat dar beaux,
Den my heart’s in Mississippi
Wherever I go.
Chorus.
Way down in Mississippi,
De fields am always green;
And orange trees in blossom,
De whole year may be seen,
Dar darkies live like princes,
And dar do heel and toe;
Den my heart’s in Mississippi,
Wherever I go.
Chorus.
Den fill to Mississippi,
And let de toast go ’round,
Rosin up de fiddle-sticks,
And let de banjo sound;
O fotch along de whiskey,
And let de fluid flow:
For my heart’s in Mississippi, boys,
Wherever I go.
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