Mississippi John Hurt - Ray Wylie Hubbard, Pam Tillis

Mississippi John Hurt, he’s laid his burden down

Mississippi John Hurt, he’s laid his burden down

His livin' soul’s with a lovin' God, his bones in the cold, cold ground

Mississippi John Hurt, he heals me when he sings

Mississippi John Hurt, he heals me when he sings

He thumped that Stella guitar like a wild bird flap her wings

Mississippi John Hurt, he sang about the candy man

Mississippi John Hurt, he sang about the candy man

His voice is sweet as bacon, sizzle in the fryin' pan

Mississippi John Hurt has laid his burden down

Mississippi John Hurt done laid his burden down

His livin' soul’s with a lovin' God, his bones in the cold, cold ground

Mississippi John Hurt’s voice, smooth as spinach moss

Mississippi John Hurt’s voice, smooth as spinach moss

Was a hard-workin' man, was washed in the blood of the cross

Mississippi John Hurt has laid his burden down

Mississippi John Hurt done laid his burden down

His livin' soul’s with a lovin' God, his bones in the cold, cold ground

His livin' soul’s with a lovin' God, his bones in the cold, cold ground