Bad moon crawling on a cold night sky
My papa called me to his bedside
"I need a favor. tonight you must fly.
Past 139th where the sad widow cry.
Past the city where the street lights low
A yellow light down a twisted road
There's a man, he got something of mine
Hurry, boy. I can feel the time.
Long ago I bought just a few drops
Of that Mississippi Power, yes I did.
I'm afraid that I paid just a little too much
For that Mississippi Power
And the hour has come and I'm afraid to die."
Packed my bag and I left right away
Brought a shotgun and an old Chevrolet
Down the old road, darker than sin
I turned the motor off and a big man got in
Said, "Son, have you come in the cold night alone
For that Mississippi Power?
Such a long way home
For that Mississippi Power."
Evil women, riches untold
Diamonds and rubies, silver and gold
Power to make a king bow low
Can we make a deal?
Yeah
Have mercy
Oh
"Son, I want to tell you 'cause I wont you to know
I made my mistakes but I love you so.
I need a favor, tonight you must fly.
Past 139th where the sad widow cry."
"Son, have you come in the cold night alone
For that Mississippi Power?
In the cold night alone, oh yeah
For that Mississippi Power."
A yellow light down a twisted road
Need some Mississippi Power
But the hour has come and I'm afraid to die
Mississippi
Mississippi