That muddy Mississippi couldn't wash away the things she said! So i packed my bags, caught the next plane out to Hilton head 'Thinking the sea and the sand and sun might set me free But the hurt's the same, nothing's changed except for the scenery This salt water is pouring in an open wound The pain comes and goes like the tide ebb and flows...every afternoon But that ocean spray can't wash away these old Memphis blues Salt water.....keeps pouring in an open wound I should have gone to the Smoky's...maybe they could get me over you It's plain to see...this ocean resort don't know we're through I'll spend the night in my room...wishing I was in some other place Where you won't appear in every tear...falling down my face This salt water is pouring in an open wound............ Colab with Jimmy Melton Protected by copyright All rights reserved