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

'Cause since I've come on home Well my body's been a mess And I've missed your ginger hair And the way you like to dress Won't you come on over Stop making a fool out of me Why don't you come on over Valerie? Well sometimes I go out by myself

It always, could always be better Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh You say it's good, I say it's great But it could be better You say it's good, but it could be better Everything in life could always be better Don't settle for less, 'cause then you miss out on more

Get the vibe, it's gonna be lit tonight Feels how we do it (no lie) It's always how we do it (no lie) Feels how we do it It's gonna be lit tonight (no lie) Gyal we never miss, gyal we never miss (no lie) Don't be shy, take control of me Feel your eyes,

'Cause since I've come on home, Well my body's been a mess And I've missed your ginger hair And the way you like to dress Won't you come on over Stop making a fool out of me Why don't you come on over Valerie? Well sometimes I go out by myself

So far away How I miss you every single day When I see you on those streets Tell me there's a river I can swim that will bring you back to me 'Cause I don't know how to love someone else I don't know how to forget your face God, I miss you every single

I'm a Ramblin' Man You better move away You're standing too close to the flame Once I mess with your mind Your little heart won't be the same Don't mess around with a Ramblin' Man I've been down the Mississippi, down through New Orleans I've played in

Hmhmhmhm ah ah I love him from the skin to my bones, ah But I don’t wanna miss home, ah There’s nothing to save and he knows, ah I’ll just runaway in the overnight "How long you leaving?" "Well Dad just don’t expect me back this evening Oh it could take

Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch Ahem excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner You don't want start Weezy, 'cause the F is for Finisher So misunderstood, but

Did you miss me? No, I don't know where I'm goin' But I'm goin', now is you comin' with me? Up, up and away Hey, do you trust me? If I was on my last dollar, dead broke, assed out, would you love me? Then it must be a match made in heaven God's Gift,