Don't think I'm coming back It's just a relapse I ain't hung up on you I ain't in love with you This is just time that I'm wasting One or two little sips I'm alright, I can quit You're just someone that I'm tasting I don't have to have 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

Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high ‘Cause you never know when you're gonna go We just some motherfuckin' KIDS Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we sip scotch Like Sinatra, screamin', "Motherfuck the cops" It's that Young

Rollin' white sand, cold can koozie in my hand, just a summertime strolling And it's sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, slow tide Chillin', breazin', sippin', singin' whoaoaoh So just watchin' her blonde hair, sun burn, stare at them, wack caps rolling over

Burnin' it down We're just hanging around Sippin' on some cold Jack Daniel's Jammin' to some old Alabama with you baby I'm just doing my thing You love it when I sing Say it makes you feel like an angel We about to get a little tangled up right about now

Spell the rest for me The perfect rhythm for the melody We just need one more letter, come on, come on now Well I must be sipping on something tonight Honestly, you got me out of my mind, my mind You've got me talking about L.O.V I know that you could be

But sometimes I need a stiff drink Sipping from a high, full glass Let the world fade away But sometimes I need a long drag Yeah, I know it might sound bad She's a small-town, hard-working woman just trying to make a living Working three jobs, feeding

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

I drink a Boost for breakfast, an Ensure for dessert Somebody ordered pancakes, I just sip the sizzurp That right there could drive a sane man berserk Not to worry, Mr. H-to-the-Izzo's back to wi-zerk How do you console my mom or give her light support

If I could bottle it up If I could bottle it up I'd have a stash in the truck Splash in my cup, it'd never get old One little sip, just a taste on my lip I'd be taking a trip, wherever I go I'd keep a life's good, sweet bliss Does it ever really get