Felt like a stranger, ...x... ghost
Passed by an old house, used to be my home
I'm afraid she might not miss me, yeah when I'm gone
Mississippi turnpike a thousand miles on that road
To late to turn around, this is how far I'll go
Getting tired of pretending, take me where I want to be
Back to the delta
Back to the open green
Back to the old house, used to be my scene
There's a Buick in the driveway, 1963
Mississippi turnpike a thousand miles on that road
To late to turn around, this is how far I'll go
Getting tired of pretending, take me where I want to be
Oh, where it feels like me yeah, like me
Where it feels like me, like me
Memories are mockingbirds, I heard a screen door slam
I do complaining, trying to understand
Didn't know who I was kidding then, 'till I just ran
Mississippi turnpike a thousand miles on my own
To late to turn around, this is how far I'll go
Getting tired of pretending, take me where I want to be
Getting tired of pretending, take me where I want to be
Where it feels like me
Where it feels like me, like me

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