Old Crow Medicine Show - Mississippi Saturday Night lyrics

Poor Mr. Deavel From up in Clarksdale Shot his brother with a pop, pop, pop Spent 20 yrs 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 goin nowhere Ohh ladies in the juke joint are lookin 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 Cuz we make a lot of lovin' on a Mississippi Saturday night Oh Mr. semo From [?] He's having coffee with your mama and your papa If you're messin with his daughter You better treat her right Ohhh treat you like a possum 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 Cuz 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 40's in the skylark People on the river are lookin 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 gunna need a perio, 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 Cuz we make a lot of lovin' on a Mississippi Saturday 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 Cuz we make a lot of lovin' on a Mississippi Saturday night I said we make a lot of lovin' on a Mississippi Saturday night