Move Back To Mississippi Songtext
von Anders Osborne

Young man came from the country
Tried his luck in New Orleans
Spirit it changed in the city
His heart grew cold and weak

And mother cried in the evening
Prayed for the boy she once knew
Said Jesus, you better hurry (better hurry)
′Cause the devil (the devil) might get him before you do

Oh, Lord (oh, Lord), move back to Mississippi (to Mississippi)
Oh, Lord (oh, Lord), you better go on home (go on home, yeah)

(Ah) got mixed up with some educated women
Learned from a selfish kind of crowd
Get liquor and got the best of his judgment (mm-mm)
Cocaine made that young boy proud


Oh, Lord (oh, Lord) move back to Mississippi (to Mississippi)
Oh, Lord (oh, Lord) you better go on home (better go on home)
Oh, Lord (oh, Lord) move back to Mississippi (to Mississippi)
Oh, Lord (oh, Lord) yeah, you better go on home now

And then one day, the train reached the station
Full of trouble, the young man should have run
He had the money and the blood on the table (mm-mm)
And that boy, he was holding on tight to the gun

Oh, Lord (oh, Lord) move on back to Mississippi (to Mississippi)
Oh, Lord (oh, Lord) son, better go back home (go back home)
Oh, Lord (oh, Lord) move on back to Mississippi (back to Mississippi)
Oh, Lord (oh, Lord) yeah, get your ass back home (yeah, get your ass back)

Oh, Lord (oh, Lord)
(Mm-mm)
Oh, Lord (oh, Lord)
(Mm-mm)
Oh, Lord (oh, Lord)
(Mm-mm, mm-mm)
Oh, Lord (oh, Lord), you better go back home (you better go back home)
(Mm-mm)