Mississippi Blood
She's got Mississippi blood runnin' through her veins
Her mama was a looker from New Orleans
Daddy worked hard with a gun in his boot
Blow you away, click, bang, boom-boom
Good ol' dude said she broke his heart
Threw it on the ground, stomped it hard
But I wanna tell you this on my own
Before they be carvin' my name in stone
Whoa
She's a dirty little thing, crazy as hell
Whoa
She's my rock 'n' roll queen, sweet southern bell
Whoa
She's a lipstick stain on a burned cigarette
Whoa
Like an old blues song stuck in my head
Mississippi mud and I'm sinking in
Cut off jeans, tied t-shirt
Drinkin' from the bottle rollin' in the dirt
Foot on the gas, el camino
Ridin' with the King on the Radio
Whoa
She's a dirty little thing, crazy as hell
Whoa
She's my rock 'n' roll queen, sweet southern bell
Whoa
She's a lipstick stain on a burned cigarette
Whoa
Like an old blues song stuck in my head
Mississippi mud and I'm sinking in
She reads from the good book just to be bad
Lyin' in the hay, she likes to move fast
An old song stuck in my head
Work all day and I'm going again
Whoa
She's a dirty little thing, crazy as hell
Whoa
She's my rock 'n' roll queen, sweet southern bell
Whoa
She's a lipstick stain on a burned cigarette
Whoa
Like an old blues song stuck in my head
Mississippi mud and I'm sinking in
Her mama was a looker from New Orleans
Daddy worked hard with a gun in his boot
Blow you away, click, bang, boom-boom
Good ol' dude said she broke his heart
Threw it on the ground, stomped it hard
But I wanna tell you this on my own
Before they be carvin' my name in stone
Whoa
She's a dirty little thing, crazy as hell
Whoa
She's my rock 'n' roll queen, sweet southern bell
Whoa
She's a lipstick stain on a burned cigarette
Whoa
Like an old blues song stuck in my head
Mississippi mud and I'm sinking in
Cut off jeans, tied t-shirt
Drinkin' from the bottle rollin' in the dirt
Foot on the gas, el camino
Ridin' with the King on the Radio
Whoa
She's a dirty little thing, crazy as hell
Whoa
She's my rock 'n' roll queen, sweet southern bell
Whoa
She's a lipstick stain on a burned cigarette
Whoa
Like an old blues song stuck in my head
Mississippi mud and I'm sinking in
She reads from the good book just to be bad
Lyin' in the hay, she likes to move fast
An old song stuck in my head
Work all day and I'm going again
Whoa
She's a dirty little thing, crazy as hell
Whoa
She's my rock 'n' roll queen, sweet southern bell
Whoa
She's a lipstick stain on a burned cigarette
Whoa
Like an old blues song stuck in my head
Mississippi mud and I'm sinking in
Credits
Writer(s): Jaren Johnston, Rickey Lynn Medlock, Johnny Roy Van Zant, R Rossington Gary
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