Mississippi Acoustic Version) - Steve Adey
Now the night has gone
Will the water take your place
Where the boats go by
And the people stand and wait
For the meek
For all the singing birds
For every song we leave before
Until the morning thief
Steals the humming of the lord
And the black
Mississippi
Is it all bad news
Who is throwing parties
Now we're through
All the candles and fires
And every prayer and every psalm
And the black
Mississippi