Tishomingo

[bloke]

I'm headed over to northeastern Mississippi very soon (to pick up some repairs, to convert a Besson tuba to standard shank - another stop, and to deliver a tuba to a church).

My mind wandered off to thinking about Tishomingo, Mississippi (a bit north of all three of my destinations, very close to the Natchez Trace Parkway, and still BARELY - save five miles, as the crow flies - in Mississippi).

I then remembered playing the Tishomingo Blues - so VERY often (not with goofy Garrison Keillor's wrong words and wrong melody, buy the real words, correct melody, and including the verse)...

...This version is fairly authentic:



TUBA CONTENT:
"Some bass players also play the tuba."

[bloke]

Verse 1:
Oh, Mississippi, oh, Mississippi,
My heart cries out for you in sadness,
I want to be where the wintry winds don't blow,
Down where the southern moon swings low,
That's where I want to go.

Chorus:
I'm goin' to Tishomingo, because I'm sad today,
I wish to linger, way down old Dixie way.
Oh, my weary heart cries out in pain, oh, how I wish that I was back again,
With a race, in a place, where they make you welcome all the time.
Way down in Mississippi, among the cypress trees,
They get you dippy, with their strange melodies,
To resist temptation, I just can't refuse,
In Tishomingo I wish to linger, Where they play the weary blues.

Verse 2:
Tonight I'm prayin', tonight I'm sayin',
Oh Lord please take the train that takes me,
To Tishomingo, 'way down old Dixie way,
Where southern folks are always gay,
That's why you hear me say.

Chorus:
I'm goin' to Tishomingo, because I'm sad today,
I wish to linger, way down old Dixie way.
Oh, my weary heart cries out in pain, oh, how I wish that I was back again,
With a race, in a place, where they make you welcome all the time.
Way down in Mississippi, among the cypress trees,
They get you dippy, with their strange melodies,
To resist temptation, I just can't refuse,
In Tishomingo I wish to linger, Where they play the weary blues.