Story Behind the Song
A song about the best city to hang in all year round.
Memories of a road trip long gone.
Lyrics
Sittin’ home hours about dreaming,
Sittin’ home hours about dreaming,
We'll been sitting, in Mississippi,
Been drinkin’, and a livin’ on a couch in the shanty.
Gonna lead your mind,
Gonna lead your mind,
Gonna lead your mind.
Ow, Ow, Mississippi,
Been burnin, and churnin, and living on sin.
Head north and hate myself,
In New York City gonna hate myself.
Gonna line my sights on somewhere else,
Gonna line my sights
Headin down to NewOrleans,
I got a pocket full of money,
and my homeboys do to,
and situations on the go.
Head on down to NewOrleans,
We got a situation in our minds,
Not alone,
Not alone.
No gator gonna get me, eyeeee.
No gator gonna get me, I know.
He's gone away.
He's on vacation.
Hibernatin
Hibernatin in your dreams,
Got my eye on a lady in the old city.
It seems high on the bayou,
On the dead end dreams,
I got just about enough time to get obscene.
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