Well you're not from around here You're probably not our kind It's hot from March to Christmas And other things you'll find Won't fit your old ideas Their line is shifting sands, You walk across a ghostly bridge To a crumbling promise land If Jesus came from Mississippi If tears began to rise I guess I'll start at the beginning The world of strange design Well I'd like to have the ocean But I'd settle for the rain Humbly as for true love There was such a price to pay This room was filled with trouble And sacraments deceived And I'm with you, we're in the shade Of his weeping willow tree If Jesus came from Mississippi If tears began to rise I'll have to go back to the beginning In this world of strange design We talk about your drinking But not about your thirst You set off through the mine field Like you were round in first So open up their window And hand the baby through Point up towards the ghostly bridge And she'll know what to do If Jesus came from Mississippi If tears began to rise They'll have to go back to the beginning In this world of strange design