Miss Mississippi

Miss Mississippi
Jeb Barry and the Pawn Shop Saints texas, etc… jeb@jebbarry.com www.jebbarry.com
Woke up in a ditch all alone,
Stole a truck, drove home
Forgot all about that girl that’s gone,
I guess that’s that
Nailed to the trailer, repoed,
She left me a cigarette and a note
“If you ain’t got no place to go,
Come on back”

Headlights in the rearview mirror is all I need
God I’m gonna miss, Miss Mississippi

They said momma raised a fool,
‘Cause all my heroes are cartoons
But drunk and stupid’s no excuse
It gets worse
I’ve got tattoos on my wrists,
To cover the scars, the pain, the ****
I know when I’m gone I won’t be missed,
By her

Headlights in the rearview………..

At those gin joint Saturdays,
We danced to the deepest blues they played
All that’s left is an oil-stained,
Empty lot

Why she ever looked at me is a mystery
God I’m gonna miss Miss Mississippi
God I’m gonna miss Miss Mississippi