Lyrics:

Poor Mr. Deavel
From up in Clarksdale
Shot his brother with a pop, pop, pop
Spent 20 yrs of hard time, before he saw the light
Now he's preaching on the corner of a Mississippi Saturday night

Drop by the pawn shop by the motel
Dream all you want, you ain't goin' nowhere
Oh ladies in the juke joint are lookin' for a fight
Hell, they'll hunt you like a rabbit on a Mississippi Saturday night

Oh, Vicksburg, Natchez down to Crescent City
Gulf Coast blues, oh it sure is a pity
Don't make a lot of money,
Baby that's all right
'Cause we make a lot of lovin' on a Mississippi Saturday night

Oh Mr. semo
From [?]
He's having coffee with your mama and your papa
If you're messin with his daughter
You better treat her right
Oh treat you like a possum on a Mississippi Saturday night

Oh, Vicksburg, Natchez down to Crescent City
Gulf Coast blues, oh it sure is a pity
Don't make a lot of money,
Baby that's all right
'Cause we make a lot of lovin' on a Mississippi Saturday night

Drive through the Ball Park,
Out by the Walmart
Park on the levee, drinking 40's in the skylark
People on the river are lookin' for a fight
Whole mess of catfish cookin' on a Mississippi Saturday night

Oh Mr. Hayworth,
Sings like a jay bird
More like a jail bird inside a FEMA trailer
He's gunna need a perio, the water's getting high
Or you'll be sleeping in the river on a Mississippi Saturday night

Oh, Vicksburg, Natchez down to Crescent City
Gulf Coast blues, oh it sure is a pity
Don't make a lot of money,
Baby that's all right
'Cause we make a lot of lovin' on a Mississippi Saturday

Oh, Vicksburg, Natchez down to Crescent City
Gulf Coast blues, oh it sure is a pity
Don't make a lot of money,
Baby that's all right
'Cause we make a lot of lovin' on a Mississippi Saturday night

I said we make a lot of lovin' on a Mississippi Saturday night