Lyrics

Down on the corner, lonely corner of fourth and main
Old man singing, sad song in the pouring rain
And it hits me like a heavyweight right
A howling wolf on a winter night

How can something that seems so wrong be so right?
Play that slow, low low down Mississippi blind man blues

Out in the country, on a Tupelo honey plain
Old man singing, sixty years of sightless pain
And it hits me like a lightning strike
A southern ballad on a summer night

How can something that seems so wrong be so right?
Play that slow, low low down Mississippi blind man blues
Play that slow, low low down Mississippi blind man blues