I’m tart, refreshing, a summer delight, a St. Louis sip that tastes just right. With a name like money, I quench your thirst—what am I? Come on, guess first!
I’m thick, I’m cold, but never runny, you’ll need a spoon, it’s kind of funny. I won’t spill, no matter how high—you’ll find me where Route 66 rides by! What am I?
Though I’m named for a place, I’m not from there, an egg foo young twist, with a crunch so rare. I live between bread, with pickles too—guess my name, it’s up to you! What am I?
I’m smoky, tender, with sauce on top, I’m a Midwest legend that’ll never stop. From burnt ends to ribs, you know my name—what city’s style claims BBQ fame?
I'm smooth and creamy, not like the rest, a cheese so melty, it’s Midwest’s best. On pizzas, sandwiches, I make my stand—guess my name, it’s in demand! What am I?
A cracker-thin base, a cheesy spread, some say it's best when warm, not red. It’s cut in squares, not in a slice—one local favorite, extra nice! What am I?
With cowboy boots and ropes held tight, I take the stage beneath the light. A Southern sport, both bold and free, bulls and broncs are chasing me! What am I?
A trail of songs, a path so true, where legends played in halls they knew. My markers stand where great men played, their voices strong, their tunes well-made. What am I?
My dance is rare, my call is bright, in wetlands deep, I take my flight. An endangered bird, both proud and tall, Mississippi claims me most of all. What am I?
I roam the woods both far and near, but in this state, I’m held most dear. With fur so dark and strength so grand, I’m the mammal of this land. What am I?
In forests deep, I leap with grace, with antlers high, I set the pace. A symbol proud, both swift and bright, I roam the woods both day and night. What am I?
In muddy waters, I love to hide, with whiskers long and mouth so wide. In Mississippi, I reign supreme, fried or grilled, I’m quite the dream. What am I?
I twist and turn, I roll so wide, from north to south, I’m the nation’s pride. A mighty force, both deep and strong, I carry stories all day long. What am I?
A little boy with dreams so high, his voice would one day touch the sky. A home in Tupelo, still here today, where rock and roll first found its way. What am I?
Sandy shores and waters blue, where dolphins play and seabirds flew. A stretch of land so wild, so free, a coastal gem near the Mississippi Sea. What am I?
My cliffs stand high, my rivers flow, through ancient rocks where wild things grow. A park where nature’s heart beats strong, where trails invite you all day long. What am I?
A battlefield where echoes stay, where cannons fired in past’s array. A fort still strong from times of yore, where history lives forevermore. What am I?
A charming square where stories meet, with shops and sights and books so sweet. A college town with culture bright, where music plays and words take flight. What am I?
A model built for rivers wide, to track their strength and changing tide. A replica great, though man-made small, predicting floods before they fall. What am I?
A fair so grand, a state-wide delight, where tents shine bright beneath the night. With games, parades, and horses too, this summer fest is made for you. What am I?
Trees turned to stone, yet standing tall, a forest frozen, but not to fall. A sight so rare, from times before, a natural wonder to explore. What am I?
A legend says I made a deal, to play the blues with haunting feel. A fateful choice, the price unknown, a crossroads where the seeds were sown. What am I?
Answer: Devil’s Crossroads (Robert Johnson Legend)
Tall columns stand where walls once rose, a mansion grand where time still flows. Though ruins now, my past remains, whispering secrets through the plains. What am I?
A writer’s home, so still and bright, where words were spun by candlelight. His stories deep, with Southern grace, this Oxford house remains his place. What am I?
By the shore I proudly stand, guiding sailors safe to land. Through storms and years, my light still beams, a coastal icon in moonlit dreams. What am I?
A winding path, both old and grand, through forests deep and farmland spanned. A traveler’s route from times long past, where footsteps echo and memories last. What am I?
From Hollywood’s lights to blues so deep, my voice is one that fans will keep. A storyteller with charm and grace, my movies take you to another place. Who am I?
Answer: Morgan Freeman (Actor, owns a blues club in MS)
A country queen, my voice rings true, with songs of love and heartbreak too. From Mississippi fields to a world so wide, I sing with passion, joy, and pride. Who am I?
My voice soars high, both rich and strong, with opera halls where I belong. From humble roots, my notes take flight, filling the world with pure delight. Who am I?
The law and crime, my stories tell, with pages turning, I do it well. My books in courtrooms find their place, suspense and justice set the pace. Who am I?
Oxford town, where words took flight, my novels turned dark into light. With tales so deep, both sharp and grand, my stories still forever stand. Who am I?
With a guitar and a soulful voice, I made the blues the world’s first choice. The thrill is gone, but still I play, my name in music will always stay. Who am I?
From a small town to a global stage, my voice and wisdom light the page. A talk show queen, with heart so wide, I lift up stories far and wide. Who am I?
A boy from Tupelo, shaking his hips, my voice and style launched countless hits. With blue suede shoes and a rockin’ sound, my legacy still shakes the ground. Who am I?