Lyrics:
Far back's I can rememberEither had to plow or hoeOne of those long ol' nine feet sacksStandin' at the old turn rowDown in Mississippi. Down in MississippiDown in Mississippi where I was bornDown in Mississippi where I come fromNothing I got 'gainst MississippiIt also was the home of my wifeBut I count myself a lucky manJust to get away with my lifeDown in Mississippi. Down in MississippiDown in Mississippi where I was bornDown in Mississippi where I come fromThey had a huntin' season on a rabbitIf you shoot him you went to jailThe season was always open on meNobody needed no bailDown in Mississippi. Down in MississippiDown in Mississippi where I was bornDown in Mississippi where I come from