Mississippi Woman

The reflections of the trees are cut by the bow of my pirogue
And spattered by the paddle of my eager hand
That Mississippi woman is a waving over yonder
Waving her lantern for her Louisiana man
How I love that Mississippi woman
How I love that Mississippi girl
How I love that Mississippi woman
But her heart does not belong to me
The lantern light and moonbeams are dancing patterns on the water
She doesn’t seem to realize I’ve learned her secret plans
My jealous mind is thinking as I paddle through the sleeping alligators
She don’t know I know about her Louisiana man
The reflections of the trees are cut by the bow of my pirogue
And splattered by the paddle of my shaky hand
The silence from behind me is alive with the splashing alligators
And the lantern light is blinking on the bottom in the sand