'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

So why don't we get together And we could waste and we could waste it all tonight That everybody knows About everybody else Anything about themselves And I'm just a waste of her energy And she's just wasting my time

A thousand miles away from that speed trap town She said, "It's none of my business but it breaks my heart" Dropped a dozen cheap roses in my shopping cart Made it out to the truck without breaking down Everybody knows you in a speed trap town Well it's

Hell, that's alright with me I like whiskey and tight denim On good-hearted women And for that I make no apologies Call me country, call me hippie A wildcat from Dixie And if you do or don't like what you see Everybody knows I like whiskey Preferably

Oh, the trouble with love Everybody knows it's the best kind, too It'll get you in deep, yeah, it always does Oh, but the trouble's gonna find you Oh, but I got no trouble with love Oh, and that's the trouble with love The trouble with time is that you

'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

And we got everybody singing Whoa whoa oh whoa whoa oh I've hoped for change There's something wrong 'Cause everybody knows Were doing fine And I'll confess That I can be a little selfish Yeah I'll admit

Oh, the trouble with love Everybody knows it's the best kind, too It'll get you in deep, yeah, it always does Oh, but the trouble's gonna find you Oh, but I got no trouble with love Oh, and that's the trouble with love The trouble with time is that you

You've got a girl at home, And everybody knows that, Everybody knows that, Don't look at me, Ah ah, don't look at me, Everybody knows that. And it would be a fine proposition, If I was a stupid girl, I see you turn off your phone,

Get your party right, it's a Friday night Lime on the rim of that dixie silver Smokin' up a faded out 4x4 I brought the songs and you brought the party Only one way to do it up right Everybody goes where eveybody knows That anything goes on a Friday