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 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