They have a hunting season on the rabbit If you shoot him, boy, you go to jail But the season is always open on men Don't nobody need no bail Down in Mississippi Down in Mississippi where I come from Down in Mississippi where I belong

And I got mine (Traditional) (C) - (F) - (G) - (Am) (C) And I went down to a big crap game, 'Twas (F) certainly against my (C) will. I lost every doggone nickel I had But a (G) greenback dollar bill. (C) Forty dollar that laid on the floor My (F) buddy's

At the dark end of the street That's where we always meet Hiding in shadows where we don't belong Living in darkness, to right our wrong You and me, at the dark end of the street I know time's gonna take it's toll We have to pay for the love we stole

All my life I've been a travellin' man I had a gal, I couldn't get her off my mind His game is rambling when he gets the chance Guess I'll travel, guess I'll let her be (Arthur Blake, adapted by Ry Ry Cooder) Stayin' alone and doing the best I can I ship my

Stand by me, stand by me, stand by me (G) When the night is come and the (Em) land is dark And the (C) moon is the (D7) only light we'll (G) see I won't be afraid, (Em) I won't be afraid Just as (C) long as you (D7) stand by (G) me (G) Stand by me, (Em)

Get rhythm when you get the blues Hey, get rhythm when you get the blues Get a rock 'n' roll feelin' in your bones Get taps on your toes and just get gone Little shoeshine boy never gets low down But he's got the dirtiest job in town Bendin' low at the

Alimony, alimony, alimony is killing me Please, have mercy, judge your honor Alimony is killing me Look at this one, look at that one Tell me do they look like me All my friends said, don't you worry Said they'll testify for me Well, I wonder which of my

3 cool chicks 3 cool cats Parked on the corner in a beat up car Devourin' up a liquor candy bar Talkin' all about how sharp they are These 3 cool cats Walkin' down the street just swingin' their hips Spinnin' up a bag of potato chips And 3 cool cats did

I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road The girl I'm loving she's got great long curly hair Well, I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road And I ain't gonna stop walking till I get in sweet mama's door And her mama and her papa

And you never laughed and I never cried. I'm gonna drive like I never been hurt. Die on the road like you never lied. I'll find my way like I?ve never been lost Be long gone like you never lied. You told everybody that I couldn't drive And you didn't