When the phone rang Sunday night

I was surprised to hear your voice

And a hundred miles of wire

Brought in your thoughts and I rejoiced

And then we said good bye

And I hung up the telephone

It seemed like you were here

But in an instant you were gone

And I don't know what you're doing

And the distance is to blame

Though I ain't in Mississippi

Still I miss you just the same

Well you know you're just as real

When you're here

When you're away

But it sure is hard to realize

Though I try the live long day

If I forget your face

When space and time make you a dream

How real the Lord must be

Though he remains unseen

And I don't know what you're doing

And the distance is to blame

Though I ain't in Mississippi

Still I miss you just the same

And I don't know what you're doing

And the distance is to blame now

Though I ain't in Mississippi

Still I miss you just the same

Though I ain't in Mississippi

Still I miss you just the same