The Mississippi

My mind's racing again There's a spin in my head Everything I feel Is gonna drown on blackhawk avenue I'm sippin whiskey On the Mississippi Having me one fifth of a time I'm drowning in the bottle Each swig is harder to swallow I'm mumbling my prayers to the moon I'll be sober soon We packed all that we had Snuffed my last cigarette in a coffee can I'll never be back To that backwater cul-de-sac Pour me more bourbon My wounds need more nursin' I swear that this isn't my life I'm drained and unanchored My sweetheart's been wavering She asked would leaving be a crime? I said darlin we all serve our time Pour me more bourbon My wounds need more nursin' I swear that this isn't my life I'm drained and unanchored My sweetheart's been wavering She asked would leaving be a crime? I said "darlin' we all serve our time Let me pour you a little more wine"