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Mississippi Lady lyrics - Jim Croce

With just a sleeping bag and an old guitar, I left the band in New Orleans
I did some time with the bottle, some with the river queens
I never thought I would meet a girl
who could turn my head around
Till I met that Mississippi Lady in sleepy Gulfport town

She was a Mississippi Lady, my lovin' Gulfport gal
She taught me how to love and she really loved me well
She took me up to heaven then she brought me down
That Mississippi Lady, Sweet Cordelia Brown

Hot July in Gulfport and I was working in the bars
And she was working on the street with the rest of the evening stars
She said, "I never met a guy who could turn my head around"
And that's really sayin' something for Sweet Cordelia Brown

She was a Mississippi Lady, my lovin' Gulfport gal
She taught me how to love and she really loved me well
She took me up to heaven then she brought me down
That Mississippi Lady, Sweet Cordelia Brown

Now I'm back in New York City playin' in a band
But my mind's on Mississippi, is it hard to understand?
I never thought I would meet a girl who could bring me that far down
Like the girl I met in Gulfport, Sweet Cordelia Brown

She was a Mississippi Lady, my lovin' Gulfport gal
She taught me how to love and she really loved me well
She took me up to heaven then she brought me down
That Mississippi Lady, Sweet Cordelia Brown
That Mississippi Lady, Sweet Cordelia Brown

Which Way Are You Goin'? lyrics - Jim Croce Lyrics

Which way are you goin'?
Which side will you be on?
Will you stand and watch while,
All the seeds of hate are sewn?
Will you stand with those who say
Let his will be done?

One hand on the Bible
And one hand on the gun.
One hand on the Bible
And one hand on the gun.

Which way are you lookin'?
Is it hard to see?
Do you say what's wrong for him
Is not wrong for me?
You walk the streets of righteousness
But you refuse to understand.

Say you love the baby,
And then you crucify the man.
Say you love the baby,
And then you crucify the man.

Every day,
Things are changing.
Words once honored turn to lies.
People wandering
Can you blame them?
It's too far to run
And too late to hide.

So now you turn your back on,
Everything that you used to preach.
It's let him live in freedom,
If he lives like me.
Well your light has changed,
Confusion reigns.
What have you become?

All your olive branches turn to spears
When your flowers turn to guns.
All your olive branches turn to spears
When your flowers turn to guns.