On The Mississippi.kar

In my dreams I seem to hear a whis- tle shrill,
Like the whip- poor- will- ing of the whip- poor- will.

In my ears, I hear it ring- ing,
And the past to me it is bring- ing,

It re- minds me of the dear old Miss- iss- ipp'
When I load- ed cott- on on the stern- wheel ship.
Roust- a- bout, knocked a- bout
They were the hap- py days there's no doubt

On the Miss- iss- ip- pi, On the Miss- iss- ip- pi,
Where those boats go puff- in' a- long

On the Miss- iss- ip- pi, old folks all go dip- py
When they hear a lit- tle bit of rag- time mel- o- dy.

It seems I hear them sing- ing,
see them buck and wing- ing to the ban- jos ring- ing,
Oh, my heart is cling- ing
To the Miss- iss- ip- pi, dear old Miss- iss- ip- pi,
That's where I was born

On the Miss- iss- ip- pi, On the Miss- iss- ip- pi,
Where those boats go puff- in' a- long

On the Miss- iss- ip- pi, old folks all go dip- py
When they hear a lit- tle bit of rag- time mel- o- dy.

It seems I hear them sing- ing,
see them buck and wing- ing to the ban- jos ring- ing,
Oh, my heart is cling- ing
To the Miss- iss- ip- pi, dear old Miss- iss- ip- pi,
That's where I was born