(Verse 1)
G
Old Mr. Deville, from up in Clarksdale, shot his brother with a pop pop pop
C G
spent twenty years of hard time, before he saw the light
D C G
now he's preaching on the corner of a Mississippi Saturday night.
G
Drive by the pawn shop bail bond motel, dream all you want you ain't going nowhere
C G
the ladies at the juke joint, are looking for a fight
D C G
and they'll hunt you like a rabbit on a Mississippi Saturday night.
C
Vicksburg, Natchez, down to Crescent City
G
the Gulf Coast blues oh it sure is a pity
D
don't make a lot of money, baby thats alright
G
cause we make a lot of loving on a Mississippi Saturday night.
(Verse 2)
G
Old Mr. Simon from Hushpuckena, he's having coffee with your maw maw and your paw paw
C G
if you're messing with his daughter you better treat her right
D C G
or he'll tree you like a possum on a Mississippi Saturday night.
C
Vicksburg, Natchez, down to Crescent City
G
the Gulf Coast blues oh it sure is a pity
D
don't make a lot of money, baby thats alright
G
cause we make a lot of loving on a Mississippi Saturday night.
(Verse 3)
G
Drive to the ballpark, out by the Wal-Mart, parked on the levee drinking forties in a Skylark
C G
people on the river are hoping for a bite
D C G
whole mess of catfish cooking on a Mississippi Saturday night.
G
Old Mr. Hayward, sings like a jaybird, more like a jailbird inside a FEMA trailer
C D
your gonna need a pirogue, the waters getting high
D C G
or you'll be sleeping in the river on a Mississippi Saturday night.
C
Vicksburg, Natchez, down to Crescent City
G
the Gulf Coast blues oh it sure is a pity
D
don't make a lot of money, baby thats alright
G
cause we make a lot of loving on a Mississippi Saturday night.
C
Vicksburg, Natchez, down to Crescent City
G
the Gulf Coast blues oh it sure is a pity
D
don't make a lot of money, baby thats alright
G
cause we make a lot of loving on a Mississippi Saturday night.