Mississippi Line
I've never figured out what this guy actually did, or if he's running from the law or a lover, but I have to assume it's a bad situation. He can hop on the Natchez Trace in Nashville and roll through the night to Mississippi before anyone knows he's gone. It just doesn't get much funkier than Pat McInerney's patented half-time groove propelling us past prehistoric mounds and cotton fields all the way to Tupelo ... maybe even California.