Jackson, Mississippi by Workman Song

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"Jackson, Mississippi" original song by Sean McMahon aka Workman Song. If you would like to record your own version of this song or have other inquiries, please contact me through the contact page on my website.

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Lyrics:
She had an Epiphone guitar
And a real nice voice
Didn’t quite pull on my heart strings
But she made some real tasteful choices

Her band of teenage boys
Made rock and roll real proud
But the reverb was too distracting
And the mains were way too loud

I tried to listen closely
But I couldn’t really follow the words
She sang with conviction
But couldn’t quite take me to church

Thank God it didn’t last all night
Cause now I’m back home with some time to write
But now something she said between two songs
Has suddenly entered my mind and switched on a light

She said Jackson, Mississippi
Ain’t no place for a gay lady
The wind that’s been blowing round
Never made it down south
Well I know she’s a good woman
Cause she gave such a good sermon
And I’d proudly prepare a place at my table
For her and whoever her heart loves without a label

Jesus couldn’t swim
Which is why he walked cross the lake
And even Peter the rock
Didn’t have the faith

Oh what a lonesome road to take
I wonder why we’re made this way

Jackson, Mississippi
Ain’t no place for a gay lady
The wind that’s been blowing round
Never made it down south
Well I know she’s a good woman
Cause she gave such a good sermon
And I’d proudly prepare a place at my table
For her and whoever her heart loves without a label

Well I know we can’t all be winners
But I know Jesus loves us sinners
And he said that he’s got a place at a table
For you and whoever his heart loves without a label