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Ms. M.i.s.s.i.s.s.i.p.p.i

(Whistelin' Dixie)

I wasn't raised on corn bread and bisquits
Grew up where cotton don't grow
Knew nothin' bout country music
Yea, I leaned towards rock 'n roll
Now I strum right along with a Johnny Cash song
Under a sweet magnolia tree
And I can't believe the cravins' I get
For catfish 'n refried beans

(Chorus)
It's all because of that 
Girl in the shade of my cowboy hat
Kissin' me and rubbin' my back
Yea, that green eyed, bonafied 
Certified, Southern fried
Girl put a twang in my life
Ms. M.i.s.s.i.s.s.i.p.p.i

My business trip to the bayou
Wasn't supposed to last three years
I traded my suits for coveralls
And my Beamer for a new John Deere
Got 40 acres to work, now my bloods in that dirt
In a town with no paved roads
Oh, I mighta been born somewhere else
But, I'm feelin' right at home

(Repeat chorus)

My buddies say, "how ya doin' down there, I hear it gets so dang hot"
I, tell 'em "y'all have no idea", no they don't, yea, but I sure like it a lot

(Repeat chorus)

Oh, Ms. M.i.s.s. oh, I guess, i.p.p.i


Copyright 2011 Pat Kelley, BMI