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Poor old man came from Mississippi
Nothinon his mind but a cheap fifth of whiskey
Playin his guitar, got into the city
Workin on the streets just to make a living
Well he could sing those coffee house blues
Mississippi John made it look so easy
Cigarette behind his ear
His eye are lookin misty
Really let go when the bottles half empty
Singing it loud, his voice is kinda gritty
He knows hes got nothin to prove
He spends his time playin in the city
Wont you lay your money down
Watchful eyes for someone who will listen
Wont you lay your money down
Everybody said hed be better off leavin
And he knew in his heart
That he better start believing
Better use the talent
That the good lord gave him
To get out of this place
He dont need a good reason
Hes giving heart and soul to you
He spends his time playin in the city
Wont you lay your money down
Watchful eyes for someone who will listen
Wont you lay your money down
Look downtown see the man on the corner
Working so hard just get a dollar
People walk my want to call him a beggar
Dont want too much
He's just taking what they offer
Well hes playing each note for you
Well he spends his time playin in the city
Wont you lay your money down
Watchful eyes for someone who will listen
Wont you lay your money down