Walking along, whistling a song, barefoot and fancy free. A big river boat passing us by, she's headed for New Orleans. There she goes, disappearing round the bend. Roll on Mississippi, you make me feel like a child again. The river breathes like peppermint leaves, the taste of it takes me back. Chilling on the straw, torn over awls, cane pole and old straw hat, muddy river. You're just like a long lost friend. Roll on Mississippi, you make me feel like a child again. Roll on Mississippi, big river boat. You're the childhood dream I grew up on. Roll on Mississippi, carry me home. Can't you see I've been away too long? Roll on Mississippi, roll on. When the world's spinning round too fast for me, I need a place to dream. So I come to your banks, I sit in your shade and relive the memories. Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. Roll on Mississippi, you make me feel like a child again. Roll on Mississippi, big river boat. You're the childhood dream I grew up on. Roll on Mississippi, carry me home. Now I can see I've been away too long. Roll on Mississippi, roll on. Mississippi, roll on.
