Mississippi Mud Lyrics - I Loved Her First - Heartland

Everybody in my senior class 

Got the hell out just as fast as they could go 

And pretty soon that Greyhound bus 

It only left a few of us to carry on 

It might've been the family farm 

Or Sherry Johnson's loving arms 

Something wouldn't let me leave 

Something made me believe in 

A little house, a piece of land 

Making things grow with my own two hands 

Coming home weary to the bone 

At the end of the day 

Country stores, beat up Fords 

And songs with only two or three chords 

Somehow I think I fell in love 

With this Mississippi mud 

My best friend went to Birmingham 

And he's a State Farm Insurance man 

And makes a hundred thou 

He calls me every now and then 

Keeps saying he can cut me in 

But it's too late now 

'Cause I've seen so much Delta rain 

It must've seept into my veins 

Been here long enough to see 

One thing for a man like me is 

A little house, a piece of land 

Making things grow with my own two hands 

Coming home weary to the bone 

At the end of the day 

Country stores, beat up Fords 

And songs with only two or three chords 

Somehow I think I fell in love 

With this Mississippi mud 

Hang around here long enough 

It'll get into your blood 

Comes up like a cotton seed 

Before too long all you need is 

A little house, a piece of land 

Making things grow with my own two hands 

Coming home weary to the bone 

At the end of the day 

Country stores, beat up Fords 

And songs with only two or three chords 

Somehow I think I fell in love 

With this Mississippi mud 

With this Mississippi mud 

Oh, I think I fell in love 

With this Mississippi mud