Mark Croft

Mark Croft

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Pop - Rock | Madison, Wisconsin, United States
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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


Song Length
4:45
Genres
Blues - Delta, Folk - Cajun
Tempo / Feel
Medium (111 - 130)
Lead Vocal
Male Vocal

Subject Matter
State
Similar Artists
Lyle Lovett, Zac Brown Band
Language
English

Lyric Credits Mark Croft
Music Credits Mark Croft
Producer Credits Anthony JW Benson
Publisher Credits Mere Poet Music
Label Credits Mere Poet Records