Testo di 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...