Copyright 2019 Jeff Alldredge Music Her heart would corner like it was on rails. She had too much wind in her sails. When I’d asked her if she missed me. She’d say, “There’s too many ghosts in Mississippi.” Roll me over in the morning, baby. Roll me over when it’s time to go. Roll me over yonder, baby. But don’t roll me over in Tupelo. Her last letter was haunting me. She said, “South Alabama is where I’ll be.” I told her, Tupelo is up 45. If you keep your heart between the lines, She’d say, “Roll me over in the morning, baby. Roll me over when it’s time to go. Roll me over yonder, baby. But don’t roll me over in Tupelo.” Now, I’m stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again. Spinning Blonde on Blonde like this might be the end. I told her in the morning I was Mississippi bound. She said, “Looks like rain don’t leave your windows down.” Roll me over in the morning, baby. Roll me over when it’s time to go. Roll me over yonder, baby. But don’t roll me over in Tupelo. In Tupelo, In Tupelo, In Tupelo.