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Hank Williams III - Mississippi Mud
 Click here for a plain text version of this song (for better printing) Add this tab to your list of favorite tabs#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# Mississippi Mud Hank Williams III [G]Sittin’ in the bayou country, just me and my fishin’ line. I raised a lot of hell and I hollered, sippin’ on that Georgia moon [C]shine. Well, I know how to have a damn good [G]time. And I [D]take my shots strait out of the jug and I [C]like to get pure drunk in that Mississippi [G]mud. [G]Well, lets throw us a little party baby, I’ll call a few friends of mine. We’ll dance all night till the sun comes up And we’ll drink our selves completely [C]blind Then we’ll rock on down the [G]line And I [D]take my shots strait out of the jug and I [C]like to get pure drunk in that Mississippi [G]mud. (instrumental break) (follows same chord changes as verse & chorus) [G]Well, I was raised by an awful alligator he taught me how to walk the line. He used to deal cards from the bottom of the deck, but a Tennessee woman took his [C]life. But he sure gave me some damn good [G]advice And I [D]take my shots strait out of the jug and I [C]like to get pure drunk in that Mississippi [G]mud. Well, I [D]take my shots strait out of the jug And I [C]like to get puke drunk in that Mississippi [G]mud. Comments about this tab No comments/corrections found. Add your own |