Good day to you Fat balloon man May you always have air You sing a song everybody can believe Uncle tom cat Out to trick the whole world You carry a tune for nobody but yourself Bonjour a toi Herr policeman

Gotta make ya my baby Gotta make ya Wanna make ya my baby Wanna make ya She steps to the groove Her body in tune

Lord it's the same old tune, fiddle and guitar Where do we take it from here? Rhinestone suits and new shiny cars It's been the same way for years We need a change Somebody told me, when I came to Nashville "Son, you finally got it made" Old Hank made it

'Do it slow' I don't know Alabama's gotten me so upset Tennessee made me lose my rest And everybody knows about Mississippi goddam But that's just the trouble The name of this tune is Mississippi goddam And I mean every word of it Can't you see it