Mississippi Saturday Night

Poor Mr. Deavel
 From up in Clarksdale
 Shot his brother with a pop, pop, pop
 Spent 20 years 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 going nowhere
 Oh, the ladies in the juke-joint are looking for a fight
 Hell, 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 a lot of money
 Baby, that's alright
 'Cause we make a lot of lovin' on a Mississippi Saturday night
 Oh, Mr. Semo
 From Hushpuckena
 He's having coffee with your mama and your papa
 If you're messing with his daughter
 You better treat her right
 Or he'll treat you like a possum on a Mississippi Saturday night
 Vicksburg, Natchez down to Crescent City
 Gulf Coast blues, oh, it sure is a pity
 Don't make a lot of money
 Baby, that's alright
 'Cause we make a lot of lovin' on a Mississippi Saturday night
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 Drive through the ball park
 Out by the Walmart
 Park on the levee, drinking 40s in the skylark
 People on the river are hoping 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 gonna need a pirogue, 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 a lot of money
 Baby, that's alright
 'Cause we make a lot of lovin' on a Mississippi Saturday
 Vicksburg, Natchez down to Crescent City
 Gulf Coast blues, oh, it sure is a pity
 Don't make a lot of money
 Baby, that's alright
 'Cause we make a lot of lovin' on a Mississippi Saturday night
 I said we make a lot of lovin' on a Mississippi Saturday night