I can't recall my mother, I don't remember dad, Mr. in Mississippi was all I ever had.Oh, I was born to wonder, oh, I was born to roam, and Mr. in Mississippi made me feel at home.Oh, I was born to wonder, I was born to roam, and Mr. in Mississippi made me feel at home.My cradle was the river, my school was the school.A riverboat, my teacher was a gambler, the slickest one afloat.My teacher was a gambler, the slickest one afloat.He taught me not to gamble on a petticoat.Oh, I was born to wonder, I was born to roam.And Mr. in Mississippi made me feel at home.Oh, I was born to wonder, I was born to roam.And Mr. in Mississippi made me feel at home.Oh, darling, now I love you, what more is there to say?I love you like a barefoot girl loves a summer day.The way a wandering gypsy...He loves the changing seas, just like the restless river loves old New Orleans.Oh, I was born to wonder, I was born to roam, and Mr. in Mississippi made me feel at home.I'd love a tiny village, a quiet country town.A house, a little garden, with kitties running round.You'd be a faithful husband, I'd be a trusting friend.Until I heard that steamboat coming round the bend.Oh, I was born to wonder, I was born to roam.And Mr. in Mississippi made me feel at home.Oh, I was born to wonder, I was born to roam.And Mr. in Mississippi made me feel at home.And Mr. in Mississippi made me feel at home.