He's so alone
He can't complain
He's soaking wet in that Mississippi rain
In that Mississippi...
In that Mississippi...
He can't see straight
High on c**aine
He's soaking wet in that Mississippi rain
In that Mississippi...
In that Mississippi...
He's got his pistol
His whiskey sweet
Can't turn around now
'Cause you're stepping on my feet
In that Mississippi...
In that Mississippi...