Mississippi Sand

<p>[Verse 1]<br/>I was born down in the bottoms of the flat black Delta land<br/>I grew up picking cotton in the Mississippi sand<br/>My mama said son take that girl and go make her your wife<br/>Or you&#x27;ll be stuck here in this mud all of your life<br/><br/>[Chorus]<br/>Will the water roll it all away, this secret that I hold<br/>Will the water roll it all away, will it cleanse my aching soul<br/>But a man&#x27;s gotta make it sometime a man&#x27;s gotta take a stand<br/>Or he&#x27;ll get left in the Mississippi sand<br/><br/>[Verse 2]<br/>A stranger came to town with two torn shoes upon his feet<br/>Singing songs of sadness picking girls off of the street<br/>He made a little bit of music was a leader of a band<br/>And they call him the muddy Mississippi band<br/>My girl was Ruby Colter and she was in her teens<br/>I took her out to churches to socials schools and things<br/>She was a rose just right for picking and he nipped her in the bud<br/>And he left her here in the Mississippi mud<br/>[Chorus]<br/><br/>[Verse 3]<br/>Then me and old Carl we caught him right down by the store<br/>We choked him just a little bit and held him to the floor<br/>We relived him of his pocketbook his blood and other things<br/>Now the Mississippi man&#x27;s no longer mean<br/><br/>Will the water roll it all away, this secret that I hold<br/>Will the water roll it all away, will it cleanse my aching soul<br/>But a man&#x27;s gotta make it sometime a man&#x27;s gotta make a stand<br/>And I left him in the Mississippi sand