The Mississippi moves a whole lot slower than you think
I've been to Memphis and rode it clean down to New Orleans
I'd bet a Ben Franklin I've seen the whole world in between
Ain't seen you in God knows when
Too much of that bootleg liquor, not near enough champagne
We had a love that we held true
I don't know how it slipped away
You always had good sense 'bout when to leave
I wish you knew something 'bout when to stay
Power lines went down in hell 'cause they had an ice storm again