She’s a dirty little thing, crazy as hell She’s a lipstick stain on a burned cigarette Like an old blues song stuck in my head Mississippi mud and I’m sinking in She’s my rock-n’-roll queen, sweet southern belle She’s got Mississippi Blood runnin’

Mississippi Queen She taught me everything You know she was a dancer She moved better on wine While the rest of them dudes were gettin' their kicks Boy, I beg your pardon, I was gettin' mine You know what I mean Went down around Vicksburg Around

I'll still follow you home I'll still follow you home (I'll still follow you home) 'Cause you're my Mississippi princess You're my California queen Like the duchess of Detroit And every city in between You can slap me in the face And you can scream