662

I come from a river town

Talk about nothing to do

Skeeters come out when the sun goes down

Gets awful sticky, too

The Mississippi delta

The birthplace of the blues

I was born right here in the 662

Lots a people get up early

Lots of people getting high

They got a church on every corner

If you're searching for the bye and bye

There's a sound oozing from the ground

And it cuts right through

You can only find it down here in the 662

My daddy worked at cooper tire

My mama was raised in the hills

My brother moved off to Baltimore

And I'm left here paying these bills

The Mississippi delta

The birthplace of the blues

I was born smack dab in the 662

I'm still kicking these blues down in the 662