Took me to the wrong end of the Mississippi Blown north from the whistling blues Dreamt that sweet sound of saxophones Coloring St. Claude Avenue
Banana leaves melted into evergreens Where the swamps finally ran cold Through the mountain ranges of the lakes, and banjos of the plains Where the countryside grew quiet and old
I grew up on the wrong end of the Mississippi But now Iβm taking that southbound train Oh honey donβt ask me how Iβve been Itβs a restless, lonesome pain