Mississippi Mud

I paid my tab in Natchez with muddy dollar bills

I took on too much water on that ole Mississippi trail

I ain't got much money and I don't have a way back home

I think that I'll start busking my way back to Ohio

I spent all of my money on booze and farmer's wives

She said her man gone fishing and he won't be home for the night

We snuck out near the stables we were drinking spirits shooting moonshine

Till hubby came in crashing justifiably rather unkind

Who's playing that devil's music

Why are you with my wife

He reaches for his pistol

He tries to take me life

Now it's time to boogie running through the fields completely stunned

It's wet in Mississippi and I can't get traction in the mud

I hear shots all around me until one nips me in the butt

I see an old magnolia slightly tinted in my own blood

I take it you're not from around here

It's time you meet the lord

He grants me one last statement

And I said your wife is a whore

Then I see the red blood splashing as a bat hits the hubby's head

See wifey is a slugger All American murder mistress

She tosses me a shovel and says I reckon that you start to dig

If you say one word about this I'll burry you right next to him

Now come in and let me feed you

I've worked up an appetite

You must be gone before morning

That was my last sunrise