Mississippi

Barbara Fairchild

Key B

Intro: E – E – B – B – E – E – F#7 – F#7

Where You Can Hear A Country Song For Far
When Someone Plays A Honky Tonk Gui-tar
Where All The Lights Will Go Out One By One
Where People Join The Sun And The Wind Takes It A-way

Where The Mississipp Rolls Down To The Sea
And Lovers Find A Place They Like To Be
How Many Times Before The Song Was Ending
Love And Under-standing — Everywhere A-round

Chorus:

Mi–issis–sippi — I’ll Remember You

Whenever I Shall Go Away I’ll Be Longing For The Day
That I Will Be In Dreamville A-gain
M–issis–sippi You’ll Be On My Mind
Everytime I Hear This Song — Mississippi Roll A-long
Until The End Of Time

Now The Country Song Forever Lost It’s Soul
When The Guitar Picker Turned To Rock And Roll
And Every Time The Summer Nights Are Falling
I Always Will Be Calling — Dreams Of Yester-day

Repeat Chorus:

Vincent
By Don McLean

Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey Look out on a
summer’s day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills, in colors on the snowy
linen land

Now I understand what you tried to say to me How you suffered
for you sanity How you tried to set themfree They would not
listen they did not know how Perhaps they’ll listen now

Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze Swirling
clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain Weathered faces
lined in pain are soothed ‘neath the artist’s loving hand

Chorus
For they could not love you, but still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight, on that starry
starry night You took your life as lovers often do, But I
could have told you, Vincent, This world was never meant for one as
beautiful as you

Starry, starry night, portraits hung in empty halls Frameless heads
on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can’t forget.
Like the stranger that you’ve met, the ragged man in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lie crushed and broken on the virgin
snow

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me How you
suffered for you sanity How you tried to set them free They
would not listen they’re not listening still Perhaps they never
will