Nashville sky, in the morning sun   Somewhere up north, a new life begun   He was drawn to the twister, with a Memphis sound   Kissed by an Angel, of a music town.      Jump a train from Chicago, trace it back   With the neck of a bottle, and the groove of the tracks   Spend your life running, that Angels sweet sound   Chasing the ghosts, of a faraway town.      Oh Mississippi, running through my veins   Oh Mississippi, never the same again.