| Song | Mississippi |
| Artist | Chris Rea |
| Album | Dancing Down the Stony Road |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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. | |
| © Chris Rea & Jazzee Blue |
| 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. | |
| Chris Rea Jazzee Blue |
| 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. | |
| Chris Rea Jazzee Blue |