Lyrics:
It was Brewton, Alabama at The Colonial Inn,
hot day old orange juice and vodka on a night stand,
there's a Chevy Nova with the seat burned out
The name of this tune is Mississippi Goddamn
And I mean every word of it
Alabama's gotten me so upset
Tennessee made me lose my rest
The name of this tune is Mississippi Goddamn
And I mean every word of it
Alabama's gotten me so upset
Tennessee made me lose my rest
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
Yesterday I was a bum and broke
Today I am a star and broke
In this town that's called progress
At a Tallahassee show
But just like Tuesday
Daddy wound up gone on down the road
Lynyrd Skynyrd Jones
Hailed from Gadsden, Alabama
Born to carry on
Who his
I've been feelin' down in Atlanta
Immobile in Alabama
I'd rather be in traction
Than to be here where I am
Oh, you Georgia red clay
And green
the empty bottle lying' on the ground
Swearing' I'd pick her up again
She was greener than the grass we laid on
Underneath that Alabama sun
I guess she
"baby's in L.A."
Here I am in Alabama two thousand miles away
Lord I got this mobile blues today
Well, I left her back in Frisco
And she begged me not
Here I am standing firm
As the ground shakes beneath me
I send you away with my own hand
I try and try to remember that for now it's for the better
I am your enemy
Death is afraid of me
Make you a memory
Pity is dead to me
Mercy will not be seen
You are a fucking fiend
205 Birmingham Alabama
Walkin' down an alabama road
Rememberin' what the Bible told
D g d am
Walkin' with a letter in his hand
D g d am
Dreaming of another southern
In my Prevost
Headin' down to Alabama
I got a three night run
We're gonna kick it off in Birmingham
Headlights, wide lines
Flying down 65
Red like the red dirt down in South Alabama
White, white lightning mason jar in my hand
Blue, like the color of a hard working man
The land that I
low, dodging all her friends
'Cause I don't wanna know who she's with
I don't wanna lie to them, 'bout how I am and where I been
I been kicked back
the empty bottle lyin' on the ground
Swearin' I'd pick her up again
She was greener than the grass we laid on underneath that Alabama sun
I guess she
I am a starfish washed upon the shore
Stuck in the suns bloom
Just waiting to die
You are the strong tide
Pulling me back into sea
Now I can't
say ma'am
And if you ain't into that, we don't give a damn
We came from the West Virginia coal mines
And the Rocky Mountains and the Western skies
Alabam'!"
That's where you stop your train
That brings me back again
Down home where I'll remain
Where my honey lamb am
I will be right there with bells
When
When we touch down (in the Midwest we okay
E'rybody know them southern boys love that bass)
Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, 'weesiana
Mississippi,
and we say ma'am
And if you ain't into that, we don't give a damn
We came from the West Virginia coal mines
And the Rocky Mountains and the Western
Jimmy Dean and Big John and ole' Hank Snow
Heard 'em every weekend
Opry tuned in
On that AM radio
That's country, bro
Yeah that's country, bro
and we say ma'am
And if you ain't into that, we don't give a damn
We came from the West Virginia coal mines
And the Rocky Mountains and the Western
down into the water
But he did not drown
I'm on a balcony in Mobile, Alabama
Waiting for the wind to throw me down
Now the Lord told the great
Well my momma met my daddy down in Alabama
They tied the knot so here I am
Born on the bayou on the Texas Line
Loved in Louisiana and raised
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