Miss the Mississippi - Bob Dylan

I'm growing tired of the big city lights

Tired of the glamour and tired of the sights

In all my dreams I am roaming once more

Back to my home on the old river shore

I am sad and weary far away from home

Miss the Mississippi and you dear

Days are dark and dreary everywhere I roam

Miss the Mississippi and you

Roaming the wide world over

Always along and blue, so blue

Nothing seems to cheer me under heaven's dome

Miss the Mississippi and you

Memories are bringing happy days of yore

Miss the Mississippi and you

Mocking birds are singing 'round the cabin door

Miss the Mississippi and you

Roamin the wide world over

Always alone and blue

Longing form my homeland, muddy water shore

Miss the Mississippi and you