I remember breaking ground
When the earth was bone dry
Daily swim
Underneath that blaze and delta sky
You put your seeds in the ground
And pray for rain
All for the chance
To do it all again
It's in my soul, and in my blood
That old Mississippi mud
I found out early
You gotta stay behind the mule
I've learned things in the field
I did never learn'd in school
Oh lord listen, oh lord
I can't understand
You cry so hard
That the cotton's get in your knees
It's in my soul, and in my blood
That old Mississippi mud
When I got to Chicago
I learned the city ways
But I keep in me some Mississippi
In everything I play
I knew a man in muddy
He does some crying too
Took me in like a brother
And we made up some country blues
It's in my soul, and in my blood
Yeah, that old, Mississippi mud
You don't know what I'm talking about
Yeah, it's in my soul, and it's in my blood, listen
That old Mississippi mud
