GOING BACK

My Head's In Mississippi

I'm shufflin' thru the Texas sand,
but my head's in Mississippi.
I'm shufflin' thru the Texas sand,
but my head's in Mississippi.
The blues has got a hold of me.
I believe I'm gettin' dizzy.

(Spoken: Help me now.)
I keep thinkin' 'bout that night in Memphis,
Lord, I thought I was in Heaven.
I keep thinkin' 'bout that night in Memphis,
I thought I was in Heaven.
But I was stumblin' thru the parking lot
of an invisible seven eleven.

(Spoken: What was I doin out there?)

Where's my head baby?
Somewhere in Mississippi.

Last night I saw a cowgirl.
She was floatin' across the ceiling.
And last night I saw a naked cowgirl.
She was floatin' across the ceiling.
She was mumblin to some howlin' wolf
about some voodoo healin'.

(Spoken: Mmm Baby.)

(This cornerstone cut from 1990's RECYCLER redirected ZZ's blues
sensibilities back to wax. A not-so-subtle pitch for their favorite
cause: The Delta Blues Museum in Clarksdale, Miss. Southern wag Stanley
Booth called them the Salvador Dalis of the Delta. Here, then, is the
band at their down-home surreal-est.)