Official Music Video
Mississippi Mud by Heartland
Lyrics & Translation
English
Everybody in my senior class
Got the hell out just as fast as they could go
And pretty soon that Greyhound bus
It only left a few of us to carry on
It might've been the family farm
Or Sherry Johnson's loving arms
Something wouldn't let me leave
Something made me believe in
A little house, a piece of land
Making things grow with my own two hands
Coming home weary to the bone at the end of the day
Country stores, beat up Fords
And songs with only two or three chords
Somehow I think I fell in love with this Mississippi mud
This friend went to Birmingham
And he's a State's Farm Insurance man
And makes a hundred thou
He calls me every now and then
Keeps saying he can cut me in
But it's too late now
Cause I've seen so much Delta rain
It must've seapt into my vains
Been here long enough to see
One thing for a man like me is
A little house, a piece of land
Making things grow with my own two hands
Coming home weary to the bone at the end of the day
Country stores, beat up Fords
And songs with only two or three chords
Somehow I think I fell in love with this Mississippi mud
Hang around here long enough
It'll get into your blood
Comes up like a cotton seed
Before to long all you need is
A little house, a piece of land
Making things grow with my own two hands
Coming home weary to the bone at the end of the day
Country stores, beat up Fords
And songs with only two or three chords
Somehow I think I fell in love with this Mississippi mud
With this Mississippi mud
Oooh, I think I fell in love with this Mississippi mud
With this Mississippi mud
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Mississippi Mud by Heartland
Mississippi Mud* (original Heartland)
Everybody in my senior class
Got the hell out just as fast as they could go
And pretty soon that Greyhound bus
It only left a few of us to carry on
It might've been the family farm
Or Sherry Johnson's loving arms
Something wouldn't let me leave
Something made me believe in
A little house, a piece of land
Making things grow with my own two hands
Coming home weary to the bone at the end of the day
Country stores, beat up Fords
And songs with only two or three chords
Somehow I think I fell in love with this Mississippi mud
This friend went to Birmingham
And he's a State's Farm Insurance man
And makes a hundred thou
He calls me every now and then
Keeps saying he can cut me in
But it's too late now
Cause I've seen so much Delta rain
It must've seapt into my vains
Been here long enough to see
One thing for a man like me is
A little house, a piece of land
Making things grow with my own two hands
Coming home weary to the bone at the end of the day
Country stores, beat up Fords
And songs with only two or three chords
Somehow I think I fell in love with this Mississippi mud
Hang around here long enough
It'll get into your blood
Comes up like a cotton seed
Before to long all you need is
A little house, a piece of land
Making things grow with my own two hands
Coming home weary to the bone at the end of the day
Country stores, beat up Fords
And songs with only two or three chords
Somehow I think I fell in love with this Mississippi mud
With this Mississippi mud
Oooh, I think I fell in love with this Mississippi mud
With this Mississippi mud
Mississippi Mud (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Todos en mi último año de escuela
Salieron pitando tan rápido como pudieron
Y muy pronto ese autobús Greyhound
Solo nos dejó a unos pocos para seguir adelante
Pudo haber sido la granja familiar
O los brazos amorosos de Sherry Johnson
Algo no me dejaba irme
Algo me hizo creer en
Una casita, un pedazo de tierra
Haciendo crecer cosas con mis propias dos manos
Volviendo a casa cansado hasta los huesos al final del día
Tiendas rurales, Fords destartalados
Y canciones con solo dos o tres acordes
De alguna manera creo que me enamoré de este barro de Misisipi
Este amigo se fue a Birmingham
Y es un agente de seguros de State Farm
Y gana cien mil
Me llama de vez en cuando
Sigue diciendo que puede meterme en el negocio
Pero ya es demasiado tarde
Porque he visto tanta lluvia del Delta
Debe haberse filtrado en mis venas
He estado aquí el tiempo suficiente para ver
Una cosa para un hombre como yo es
Una casita, un pedazo de tierra
Haciendo crecer cosas con mis propias dos manos
Volviendo a casa cansado hasta los huesos al final del día
Tiendas rurales, Fords destartalados
Y canciones con solo dos o tres acordes
De alguna manera creo que me enamoré de este barro de Misisipi
Quédate por aquí el tiempo suficiente
Se te meterá en la sangre
Crece como una semilla de algodón
Antes de mucho todo lo que necesitas es
Una casita, un pedazo de tierra
Haciendo crecer cosas con mis propias dos manos
Volviendo a casa cansado hasta los huesos al final del día
Tiendas rurales, Fords destartalados
Y canciones con solo dos o tres acordes
De alguna manera creo que me enamoré de este barro de Misisipi
Con este barro de Misisipi
Oooh, creo que me enamoré de este barro de Misisipi
Con este barro de Misisipi
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