| Song Length | 
												4:45 | 
																								Genre | 
												Blues - Delta, Folk - Cajun | 
																									
																								| Tempo | 
												Medium (111 - 130) | 
																								Lead Vocal | 
												Male Vocal | 
																									
																								| Subject | 
												 State | 
																								Similar Artists | 
												Lyle Lovett, Zac Brown Band | 
																									
																								| Language | 
												English | 
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																Lyrics
								
									One Mississippi
 
He rolled into Jackson 
selling dreams out the trunk of his car
Made the drive up from New Orleans 
Where he was hoping to align the stars
He said, "Please accept my humble invitation
To become the richest city in the nation
And all I need is a little down payment"
 
People came a-running with their arms outstretched
And a desperate look in their eyes
Because he'd been selling ice to Eskimos for years and he knows
What it takes to keep 'em mesmerized
But I said "coming from a man in my position"
You seem to be the very definition
Of a lying 'n' cheating snake oil salesman"
 
So I said "boy I'm gonna count to ten
And then you better be outta my sight
Start heading south on fifty-five
Until you cross that county line...(and I said)
One- Mississippi, two-Mississippi, three-four
Five-Mississippi, six-seven-eight-nine 
One- Mississippi, two-Mississippi, three-four
Five-Mississippi, six-seven-eight-nine
 
Well he stood up to try to talk me down
And he said I had it all wrong 
Well his gold teeth shining and a twinkle in his eyes
He said "I'm just here to help you son"
 
But I said "yeah, you've put on quite an exhibition
but I can't seem to shake this premonition 
That you're gonna take the money and run"
 
So I said, "Boy I'm gonna count to ten
And then you better be outta my sight
Get your butt back down to New Orleans
And across the Louisiana state line."  
 
One- Mississippi, two-Mississippi, three-four
Five-Mississippi, six-seven-eight-nine             (x4)
When he didn't move I knew needed to prove
That I was serious about the countdown
I went into my trunk and pulled out my shotgun    
To drive that sucker right out of town
When he saw me coming with the gun in my hands
He realized that he a made a mistake
Because you should never underestimate the power of persuasion
Of a 12-guage stuck in your face
          
Oh and chunk-chunk went the shotgun
Chunk-chunk went the gun    
Chunk-chunk went the shotgun
Chunk-chunk went the gun    
"So for the last time boy I'm gonna count to ten
And then you better be outta my sight
Cause my stars and bars say I'm the law
So it's time for you to say good-bye"
 
One- Mississippi, two-Mississippi, three-four
Five-Mississippi, six-seven-eight-nine                
One- Mississippi, two-Mississippi, three-four
Five-Mississippi, six-seven-eight-nine 
One- Mississippi, two-Mississippi, three-four
Five-Mississippi, six-seven-eight-nine