Mississippi Saturday Night

(Verse 1) Old Mr. Deville, from up in Clarksdale, shot his brother with a pop pop pop spent twenty years of hard time, before he saw the light now he's preaching on the corner of a Mississippi Saturday night. Drive by the pawn shop bail bond motel, dream all you want you ain't going nowhere the ladies at the juke joint, are looking for a fight and they'll hunt you like a rabbit on a Mississippi Saturday night. Vicksburg, Natchez, down to Crescent City the Gulf Coast blues oh it sure is a pity don't make a lot of money, baby thats alright cause we make a lot of loving on a Mississippi Saturday night. (Verse 2) Old Mr. Simon from Hushpuckena, he's having coffee with your maw maw and your paw paw if you're messing with his daughter you better treat her right or he'll tree you like a possum on a Mississippi Saturday night. Vicksburg, Natchez, down to Crescent City the Gulf Coast blues oh it sure is a pity don't make a lot of money, baby thats alright cause we make a lot of loving on a Mississippi Saturday night. (Verse 3) Drive to the ballpark, out by the Wal-Mart, parked on the levee drinking forties in a Skylark people on the river are hoping for a bite whole mess of catfish cooking on a Mississippi Saturday night. Old Mr. Hayward, sings like a jaybird, more like a jailbird inside a FEMA trailer your gonna need a pirogue, the waters getting high or you'll be sleeping in the river on a Mississippi Saturday night. Vicksburg, Natchez, down to Crescent City the Gulf Coast blues oh it sure is a pity don't make a lot of money, baby thats alright cause we make a lot of loving on a Mississippi Saturday night. Vicksburg, Natchez, down to Crescent City the Gulf Coast blues oh it sure is a pity don't make a lot of money, baby thats alright cause we make a lot of loving on a Mississippi Saturday night.