Missouri

I often wish that I could see my old hometown once more

The old red school I went to with the little girl next door

I see that stopper bobbin' when the catfish start to bite

I see a blue sky framin' little clouds of snowy white

Missouri, I hear you callin' me

Missouri, you'll never let me be

Missouri, I know I can't be free

My heart will yearn till I return

Missouri's callin' me

In memory I still can see that oak tree on the lawn

And hear again the birds as sing and woke me at the dawn

And I remember mornings when I told my mother lies

So I could have a second helping of her apple pies

Missouri, I hear you callin' me

Missouri, you'll never let me be

Missouri, I know I can't be free

My heart will yearn till I return

Missouri's callin' me