Marty Stuart, Jimmy Martin - The Mississippi Mudcat and Sister Sheryl Crow lyrics
[Marty Stuart, Jimmy Martin - The Mississippi Mudcat and Sister Sheryl Crow lyrics]
All right, all right, all right
Well I am the main Mississippi
Mudcat and always will be hello everybody
So there I was cruisin' through the
Country in my hot rod car
Just visitin' my friends up
And down the backroads i was driving slow
I was driving slow, meditatin' on Sheryl Crow
Sheryl Crow I'm telling you the truth now
(He's telling you the truth)
42 miles an hour my gasoline was all gone
I was trying to look real cool
And find my way back home darn, dark, dark
Driving slow, driving slow
Just seemed like an endless supply of
Hi line poles and mailboxes
Then all of a sudden there stood by the
Mail box at route 4 box 153
A damsel, yes a damsel in disdress (alright)
A damsel in disdress wearing high heels
With big blue eyes that
Made the darkness crawl
And a smile that could make a man cry
Yes I know
(yes he knows) ring that phone boysgo
I stopped and said "'hello
And you are without a
Doubt the most beautiful
Magnolia I have ever seen in my life"
She said "shut up Marty party
What are you doing tonight riding
Around in that hot rod with that loud radio
Showing off them chromium pipes
And fold away wings"
I said "baby, I'm just looking for gas cans
Have you seen any"
Sometimes a fast rubber-tired shiny car
Is the thing to have
She said "well Marty party do
You want some company
You know my specialty is spotting gas cans"
(uh oh yeah, uh oh) she said to me
She said to me "what do you call this ride"
I said "honey, this here is my rocket ship"
(all right)
And get in, just get in, just get in
Just get in
Let's go home now alright
Well I am the main Mississippi
Mudcat and always will be hello everybody
So there I was cruisin' through the
Country in my hot rod car
Just visitin' my friends up
And down the backroads i was driving slow
I was driving slow, meditatin' on Sheryl Crow
Sheryl Crow I'm telling you the truth now
(He's telling you the truth)
42 miles an hour my gasoline was all gone
I was trying to look real cool
And find my way back home darn, dark, dark
Driving slow, driving slow
Just seemed like an endless supply of
Hi line poles and mailboxes
Then all of a sudden there stood by the
Mail box at route 4 box 153
A damsel, yes a damsel in disdress (alright)
A damsel in disdress wearing high heels
With big blue eyes that
Made the darkness crawl
And a smile that could make a man cry
Yes I know
(yes he knows) ring that phone boysgo
I stopped and said "'hello
And you are without a
Doubt the most beautiful
Magnolia I have ever seen in my life"
She said "shut up Marty party
What are you doing tonight riding
Around in that hot rod with that loud radio
Showing off them chromium pipes
And fold away wings"
I said "baby, I'm just looking for gas cans
Have you seen any"
Sometimes a fast rubber-tired shiny car
Is the thing to have
She said "well Marty party do
You want some company
You know my specialty is spotting gas cans"
(uh oh yeah, uh oh) she said to me
She said to me "what do you call this ride"
I said "honey, this here is my rocket ship"
(all right)
And get in, just get in, just get in
Just get in
Let's go home now alright