Mississippi Line

Three hundred dollars and three bullets left
Not enough brains to get away with it
If it wasn't for this liquor I'd be scared of it all
Crying like a baby with my nose against the wall

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You know my woman she's a hard headed gal
And she never did trust me, she don't trust me now
She got what's coming and I got mine
And I got a hundred miles to go down to the Mississippi line

Bust out the windows and burn down the place
Drive 90 miles an hour down the Natchez Trace
Fill up my Whiskey cup in Tupelo
Watch the Sun come up on the Gulf of Mexico

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If I had my way I tell you what I'd do
Drive to California in a Subaru
Take all this money and put it in a sack
Drive on out to Hollywood and never look back
Nobody'd know my as I'm passing by
Trade my Tennessee Whiskey for some Sweet moonshine
Might go tomorrow, but right here tonight
I've got a hundred miles to go down to the Mississippi line

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