Missouri

I often wish that I could see
My old hometown once more
The old red school I went to
With the little girl next door
I see that stopper bobbin'
When the catfish start to bite
I see a blue sky framin'
Little clouds of snowy white
Missouri, I hear you callin' me
Missouri, you’ll never let me be
Missouri I know I can’t be free
My heart will yearn till I return, Missouri’s callin' me
In memory, I still can see
That oak tree on the lawn
And hear again the birds as sing
And woke me at the dawn
And I remember mornings
When I told my mother lies
So I could have a second helping
Of her apple pies
Missouri I hear you callin' me
Missouri, you’ll never let me be
Missouri I know I can’t be free
My heart will yearn till I return, Missouri’s callin' me…