Lyrics Old Crow Medicine Show – Mississippi Saturday Night

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

Drop by the pawn shop by the motel
Dream all you want, you ain’t going nowhere
Oh ladies in the juke joint are looking 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
‘Cause we make a lot of lovin’ on a Mississippi Saturday night

Oh Mr. Semo
From Hushpuckena
He’s having coffee with your mama and your papa
If you’re messing with his daughter
You better treat her right
Or he’ll 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
‘Cause 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 40s in the skylark
People on the river are hoping 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 gonna need a pirogue, 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
‘Cause 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
‘Cause we make a lot of lovin’ on a Mississippi Saturday night

I said we make a lot of lovin’ on a Mississippi Saturday night