Ry Cooder – Down In Mississippi Lyrics

Lenoir

Far backs I can remember
Either had to plow or hoe
One of those long ol nine feet sacks
Standin at the old turn row.
Down in Mississippi. Down in Mississippi.
Down in Mississippi where I was born
Down in Mississippi where I come from…
They had a huntin season on a rabbit
If you shoot him you went to jail.
The season was always open on me
Nobody needed no bail.
Nothing I got gainst Mississippi,
It also was the home of my wife.
But I count myself a lucky man
Just to get away with my life.