Flatlands (Delta Mix) Drivin' this '75 Cadillac I've got the top rolled back On a Southern-born uncloudy day Down a long stretch of highway I know this day's gonna be my friend Long as I'm here, baby, in the flatlands Mississippi flatlands September fields white as snow A thousand acres of cotton rows Sweet gospel preachin' in the air Amazin' grace is everywhere So down to earth here in the palm Of heaven's hand Baby, that's the flatlands Mississippi flatlands I saw an old blues man on 61 That's a highway where I'm from Playin' slide guitar with a loaded gun He's got delta mud runnin' through his veins And when he sings his songs You can feel the pain Lord, he may have a broken heart But he's got magic hands Where else but in the down-home, ever lovin' Heart breakin', no mistakin' Mighty ole, muddy Mississippi flatlands Welcome to Mississippi