Mississippi Sand Chords by Johnny Cash

[F] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [F] _ _
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_ I was born down in the bottoms [C] of the flat black delta land.
I grew up picking cotton [F] in the Mississippi sand.
My mama said, son, take [Bb] that girl and go make her your wife,
[C] or you'll be stuck here in this mud [F] all of your life.
_ [Bb] Will the water roll [F] it all away?
[G] This secret that [F] I hold.
_ [Bb] Will the water [F] roll it all away?
Will [G] it cleanse my [F] aching soul?
Well, a man's gotta make it sometime.
A man's gotta take a stand, or he'll get left in the Mississippi sand. _
A stranger came to town with two [C]-tone shoes upon his feet,
singing songs of [Bb] sadness, picking girls [F] up off the street.
He made a little bit of [Bb] music, was the leader of a band,
and [C] they called him the Muddy [F] Mississippi Band. _ _
My girl was Ruby Colter, [C] and she was in her teens.
I took her out to churches, to socials, [Fm] schools, and things.
She was a rose just right for [Bb] picking, and he nipped her in the bud,
[C]
and he left her here in the [F] Mississippi mud.
_ Will [Bb] the water [F] roll it all away?
This secret that I hold.
_ [Bb] Will the water roll [F] it all away?
Will it cleanse my aching soul?
[Bb] Well, a man's gotta make [F] it sometime.
[C] A man's gotta take [F] a stand, or he'll get left in the Mississippi sand. _ _ _ _
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_ _ [F] _ _ _ Then me and old Carl, we caught him right down by [C] the store.
We choked him just a little bit [Bb] and held him [F] to the floor.
We relieved him of his pocketbook, [Bb] his blood, and other things.
[C] Now the Mississippi man's no [F] longer mean.
_ [Bb] Will the water [F] roll it all away?
_ This secret that I hold.
_ [Bb] Will the water [F] roll it all away?
Will it cleanse my [Fm] aching soul?
[Bb] Well, a man's gotta [F] make it sometime.
[C] A man's gotta [F] make a stand, and I left him [C] in the Mississippi [F] sand.
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