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.