Down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi where I was born
Down in Mississippi where I come from
Way down
As far back as I can remember
I either had to plow or hoe
One of them long ol’
Nine feet sacks
Standin’ at the old turn row
Nothin' I got against Mississippi
It also was the home of my wife
But I feel just like a lucky man
To get away with my life
They had a huntin’ season on the rabbit
If you shoot him
You went to jail
The season was always open on me
Nobody need no bail