Mississippi Driftwood

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Mississippi Driftwood ©2015 Robert George BMI

I got off that gambling wheel boat somewhere north of New Orleans
Wallet stuffed with hundreds from a full house…Aces over Queens
She was sittin’ in that tavern near a door beneath some stairs
Where a neon beer light laid a purple crown upon her hair

When I stacked the jukebox up with Satchmo songs
It was like the river’s rhythm sang along
And we talked of jazz until we saw the sun
Then she took me back, to a shoreline shack
Full of sculptures she’d made from

Mississippi driftwood
Layin’ on the riverside
Washed up by the midnight tide
O it takes a tender soul to see the good
In Mississippi driftwood

And she showed me ragged treasure that she’d harvest from the shore
She had fine wine racks and hanging mobiles made from broken oars
We drank coffee on a window bench made from trawler planks
Then I told her of a game near Memphis on the riverbank

Though a gal like her don’t need a handyman
She asked me to stay and fix her ceiling fan
Then we tangoed to the river’s song that night
As we danced and kissed, a low hanging mist
Rested on the sand just like

Mississippi driftwood
Layin’ on the riverside
Washed up by the midnight tide
O it takes a tender soul to see the good
In Mississippi driftwood

Time passed and I saw what riches were and what they weren’t
Soon the pull of cards no longer swept me in their current

Yeah, she found my fate and showed me love was art
When she made a brighter future from my heart
There is beauty, there is faith and hope and love
Life is ours to take, all our past mistakes
Are only pieces of

Mississippi driftwood
Layin’ on the riverside
Washed up by the midnight tide
O it takes a tender soul to see the good
In Mississippi driftwood

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