Poor mr.?
From up in clarksdale
Shot his brother with a pop, pop, pop
Spent 20 yrs of hard time, before he saw the light
Now he's preaching on the corner of a mississippi saturday night
Drop by the Pawn Shop by the motel
Dream all you want, you ain't goin nowhere
Ohh ladies in the juke joint, lookin for a fight
Hey they'll hunt you like a rabbit on a mississippi saturday night
Oh, vicksburg, natchez down to crescent city
Gulf coast blues oh it sure is a pity
Don't make alot of money, baby that's alright
Cuz they make alot of lovin' on a mississippi saturday night
Oh Mr.?
From?
He's having coffee with your mama and your papa
If you're messin with his daughter
You better treat her right
Ohhh treat you like a possum on a mississippi saturday night
Oh, vicksburg, natchez down to crescent city
Gulf coast blues oh it sure is a pity
Don't make alot of money, baby that's alright
Cuz they make alot of lovin' on a mississippi saturday night
Drive through the Ball Park, out by the walmart
Park on the levee, drinking 40's in a skylark
People on the river, hope'n for a fight
Whole mess of catfish cookin' on a mississippi saturday night
Oh mr. Hayworth, sings like a jay bird
More like a jail bird inside a FEMA trailer
He's gunna need a puro, the water's getting high
Or you'll be sleeping in the river on a mississippi saturday night
Oh, vicksburg, natchez down to crescent city
Gulf coast blues oh it sure is a pity
Don't make alot of money, baby that's alright
Cuz they make alot of lovin' on a mississippi saturday night
Oh, vicksburg, natchez down to crescent city
Gulf coast blues oh it sure is a pity
Don't make alot of money, baby that's alright
Cuz we make alot of lovin' on a mississippi saturday night
I said we make alot of lovin' on a mississippi saturday night
Writer(s): Gill Landry, Ketch Secor
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