Music, Poetry

Mississippi Blues

 

 

No one’s home, no one’s home

Oh Mississippi leave me alone

I ain’t got no dammed whiskey

I’ve been dry to the bone

My pockets been empty

Since I turned eighteen

My mind ain’t been right since

Last Halloween 

Don’t come here no more

I won’t open my door

I ain’t got no news

I’m begin’ and stealing 

And singing the blues

Oh Mississippi you whore

Don’t you come here no more

Don’t you come here

Don’t come around

Don’t you come here no more

~Sarah Davenport 2015

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