Well, I'm leavin' Mississippi And I'm looking for higher ground Said, "7 long months, 39 days to turn my ways around" Well, I ain't proud of the things I've done So I've got to change it now I said, "7 long months, 39 days to turn my ways around" I got an 18 wheeler and a worn out dog And I ain't got nothing to say to the law I got 10 more miles and I'm hittin' that county line And I ain't got no more worries on my mind Well, I'm leavin' Mississippi And I'm looking for higher ground Said, "7 long months, 39 days to turn my ways around" Well, I ain't proud of the things I've done So I've got to change it now I said, "7 long months, 39 days to turn my ways around" Well, my worn out jeans didn't fit no more Had long hair on my back I guess that's not the best 'pearance To that judge in black So he picked up his pen and he put me away For a little stretch of time I said, "7 long months, 39 days and never did a crime" I got an 18 wheeler and a worn out dog And I ain't got nothing to say to the law I got 10 more miles and I'm hittin' that county line And I ain't got no more worries on my mind Well, I'm leavin' Mississippi And I'm looking for higher ground Said, "7 long months, 39 days to turn my ways around" Well, I ain't proud of the things I've done So I've got to change it now I said, "7 long months, 39 days to turn my ways around" I said, "7 long months, 39 days to turn my ways around" I said, "7 long months, 39 days to turn my ways around" I said, "7 long months, 39 days to turn my ways around" I said, "7 long months, 39 days to turn my ways around" © MIKE CURB MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com