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Mississippi back in ‘25
Young Cecil was just 16
Livin’ in a sharecropper shack down Itta Bena way
Every night when he got home, got to bangin’ on that six string
Learnin’ them bottleneck slides up till the break of day
His Daddy would tell ‘em boy put it down, cause the Blues is an evil temptress
Bright lights are calling your name….
But it’s a long way to Memphis
A few years later he was going strong, playing up in Greenwood
Every Saturday night he was bringing those people in
He was havin’ the time of his life
The best player in the Delta
But his mind drifted back to those bright lights again
Now he’s totin’ his guitar up 61, a suitcase, everything he owns packed in it
A truck stops and says you better get in…
Cause it’s a long way to Memphis
Chicago got to callin’ his name, and he hit the big time
People were standing in line just to hear ole Cecil play
bright lights started blinding his eyes, and he got to wondering
Maybe the Mississippi Delta was where he shoulda stayed.
Success had filled his glass, but inside he still felt empty
The Delta’s callin’ him home…
But it’s a long way to Memphis
© 2012 Doug Wilhite
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