I’m growing tired of this big city lights Tired of the glamour and tired of the sights In all my dreams I’m roaming once more Back to my home on the old river shore
I am sad and weary far away from home Miss the Mississippi and you Days are dark and dreary everywhere I roam Miss the Mississippi and you
Roaming the wide world over Always alone and blue, so blue Nothing seems to cheer me Under heaven’s dome Miss the Mississippi, and you