Chords for Will T - Mississippi Boy
Tempo:
77 bpm
Chords used:
Ebm
Ab
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Ebm]
I'm tired of the city life.
Everything's much too fast.
I'm used to old dirt roads and the smell of the country grass.
City so high tech, I don't want to rattle my brain.
Lord knows I'm a country boy.
I want to go back from where I came.
I'm just a Mississippi boy.
Still got Mississippi mud on my boots.
I'm just a Mississippi boy.
I want to go back to my roots.
Tired of the fast foods.
Based on cornbread and collard greens.
Chitlins and hot dogs.
[Ebm] Big old fried up beans.
And the blues on the front porch.
All I drink and cuss.
Got them down home blues.
Boy, I'm going to get back on the bus.
I'm just a Mississippi boy.
Still got Mississippi mud on my boots.
I'm just a Mississippi boy.
I want to go back to my roots.
City high, high, high, high.
City high, high, high, high.
City high, high, high, high.
City high, high, high, high.
Every Friday night, have a real good time.
Party all night long.
[Ab] [Ebm] Full of that moon shine.
Me and my baby, drive the old pickup truck.
On the side of the road, [Ab] [Ebm] doing the you know what.
I'm just a Mississippi boy.
Still got Mississippi mud on my boots.
I'm just a Mississippi boy.
I want to go back to my roots.
I'm just a Mississippi boy.
Still got Mississippi mud on my boots.
I'm just a Mississippi boy.
I want to go back to my roots.
City high, high, high, high.
I'm tired of the city life.
Everything's much too fast.
I'm used to old dirt roads and the smell of the country grass.
City so high tech, I don't want to rattle my brain.
Lord knows I'm a country boy.
I want to go back from where I came.
I'm just a Mississippi boy.
Still got Mississippi mud on my boots.
I'm just a Mississippi boy.
I want to go back to my roots.
Tired of the fast foods.
Based on cornbread and collard greens.
Chitlins and hot dogs.
[Ebm] Big old fried up beans.
And the blues on the front porch.
All I drink and cuss.
Got them down home blues.
Boy, I'm going to get back on the bus.
I'm just a Mississippi boy.
Still got Mississippi mud on my boots.
I'm just a Mississippi boy.
I want to go back to my roots.
City high, high, high, high.
City high, high, high, high.
City high, high, high, high.
City high, high, high, high.
Every Friday night, have a real good time.
Party all night long.
[Ab] [Ebm] Full of that moon shine.
Me and my baby, drive the old pickup truck.
On the side of the road, [Ab] [Ebm] doing the you know what.
I'm just a Mississippi boy.
Still got Mississippi mud on my boots.
I'm just a Mississippi boy.
I want to go back to my roots.
I'm just a Mississippi boy.
Still got Mississippi mud on my boots.
I'm just a Mississippi boy.
I want to go back to my roots.
City high, high, high, high.
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I'm tired of the city life.
_ Everything's much too fast.
I'm used to old dirt roads and the smell of the country grass.
City so high tech, I don't want to rattle my brain.
Lord knows I'm a country boy.
I want to go back from where I came.
I'm just a Mississippi boy.
Still got Mississippi mud on my boots.
I'm just a Mississippi boy.
I want to go back to my roots.
Tired of the fast foods.
Based on cornbread and collard greens.
Chitlins and hot dogs.
[Ebm] Big old fried up beans.
And the blues on the front porch.
All I drink and cuss.
Got them down home blues.
Boy, I'm going to get back on the bus.
I'm just a Mississippi boy.
Still got Mississippi mud on my boots.
I'm just a Mississippi boy.
I want to go back to my roots.
City high, high, high, high.
City high, high, high, high.
City high, high, high, high.
City high, high, high, high.
Every Friday night, have a real good time.
Party all night long.
[Ab] [Ebm] Full of that moon shine.
Me and my baby, _ drive the old pickup truck.
On the side of the road, [Ab] [Ebm] doing the you know what.
I'm just a Mississippi boy.
Still got Mississippi mud on my boots.
I'm just a Mississippi boy.
I want to go back to my roots.
I'm just a Mississippi boy.
Still got Mississippi mud on my boots.
I'm just a Mississippi boy.
I want to go back to my roots.
City high, high, high, _ _ _ high. _ _
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I'm tired of the city life.
_ Everything's much too fast.
I'm used to old dirt roads and the smell of the country grass.
City so high tech, I don't want to rattle my brain.
Lord knows I'm a country boy.
I want to go back from where I came.
I'm just a Mississippi boy.
Still got Mississippi mud on my boots.
I'm just a Mississippi boy.
I want to go back to my roots.
Tired of the fast foods.
Based on cornbread and collard greens.
Chitlins and hot dogs.
[Ebm] Big old fried up beans.
And the blues on the front porch.
All I drink and cuss.
Got them down home blues.
Boy, I'm going to get back on the bus.
I'm just a Mississippi boy.
Still got Mississippi mud on my boots.
I'm just a Mississippi boy.
I want to go back to my roots.
City high, high, high, high.
City high, high, high, high.
City high, high, high, high.
City high, high, high, high.
Every Friday night, have a real good time.
Party all night long.
[Ab] [Ebm] Full of that moon shine.
Me and my baby, _ drive the old pickup truck.
On the side of the road, [Ab] [Ebm] doing the you know what.
I'm just a Mississippi boy.
Still got Mississippi mud on my boots.
I'm just a Mississippi boy.
I want to go back to my roots.
I'm just a Mississippi boy.
Still got Mississippi mud on my boots.
I'm just a Mississippi boy.
I want to go back to my roots.
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