Miss The Mississippi And You

by Bill Halley 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