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