Song Description

This is about a pole dancer from Mississippi. She's fed up with drunks and wakes up every morning dead-eyed in the center of nowhere

Lyrics

I climbed out instead, through the back windows of your Chevy
Mississippi Red, like a bourbon you feel so heavy
Hanging in the air, like the flicker of your cigarette
Curling 'round your hair, like the silver of your butterfly barettes

Let me share your
Let me share your
Let me share your bed, Mississippi Red

Your daddy wrote you a letter, that said you better not come back home no more
'Cause the bright lights of the city and temptation's got you headed in the wrong direction
You hopped a train in Meridian, with your head dead set on those Hollywood skies
And now you're running from another Casanova blackening your bluebird eyes

Let him share your
Let him share your
Let him share your bed, Mississippi Red

You're dancing real slow
You hear the hollering of a drunk in the front row
You put the make-up on, you put the make-up on (2x's)
Well there's something wrong, well there's something wrong
Well honey where else can you go?

Oh shake it like a fireball burning bright but under motel lights you're looking so older
You bought a ticket for a bus back home, you're growing so tired of looking over your shoulder
Take it down, take it down, Queen Jezebel won't you wear your wedding gown
Wont you stay around, to light the lonely and the pretty like the moon over this city.

Let them share your
Let them share your
Let them share your bed, Mississippi Red