Well, I'm going to fetch my woman, people When the kid hits Alabama, people Don't you try to dog him 'round Well, I was born in Mississippi And I don't take any stuff from you I've got my pistols in my pockets boys I'm Alabama bound I've got my pistols

To hold you down Mississippi, come back to me Oh, Mississippi January came and took my heart away February felt the same March, my hugs became hold ons April, I huffed like porridge on the boil Morning May, I'm downwind from your shampoo Ichi, ni, san,

Lovin' me with your whole heart And two Mississippi, we scream Three Mississippi, you're gone Sayin' that you're done, you don't want it no more Like nothin' ever happened at all One Mississippi, you're here To watch each other fall apart And four

Been away a year today To wander and roam I don't care it's muddy there But this is my home Got my toes turned Dixie way 'Round the delta let me lay Dixie moonlight Swanee shore Headed homebound just once more To my Mississippi delta home

Won't you come along with me To the Mississippi We'll take a boat to the land of dreams Steam down the river, down to New Orleans The band's there to meet us Old friends there to greet us Where all the proud and elite folks meet Heaven on earth, they

What can I do? What can I do? To get back to your heart I'd swim the Mississippi river If you would give me another start, girl I don't want much I just wanna be a better man Give me your good luck I was singing with them Jezebels

Oo, I go by feel Hey, I go by feel. Down in Mississippi, I knew a blind man. This is what he told me, when I tried to lend a hand. I go by feel, yes, I go by feel. The only way I know what's real, I go by feel. People always ask me about the blues I

You put some whiskey in the water Gonna run off with your daughter And if I make it to the border I'm gonna be alright I'm on the run the devil?s tryin? to get me Says I met him at a pawn shop down in Mississippi I was an angel lookin? for another face I

Living just enough For the city Living just enough, just enough for the city A boy is born in hard time Mississippi Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty His parents give him love and affection To keep him strong moving in the right direction His

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