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Cottonmouth, dirty south Mustard biscuits, shut my mouth Down the Gulf of Mexico Running down Casino Row Through the miles of slot machines Making music, chasing dreams How far I'm going, I don't know Ain't time to go I'm on a roll Mississippi, Mississippi bound Just a little place I call my home I'm cornhood, wildwood, backwoods Mississippi bound, y'all come on down I can sing and play guitar I sell myself from bar to bar New songs, ancient rythyms Pretty girls, go and get 'em Young bucks, rap cats Rednecks and white trash Blackwater, summer breeze Kiss the ground, I'm on my knees Mississippi, Mississippi bound Just a little place I call my home I'm cornhood, wildwood, backwoods Mississippi bound, y'all come on down Yazoo Bayou I tell you a thing or two Tripping on a starfish Someone boiling crawfish Shrimp boats, break of day Shining on Biloxi Bay There is no concept of time A Mississippi state of mind Mississippi, Mississippi bound Just a little place I call my home I'm cornhood, wildwood, backwoods Mississippi bound, y'all come on down