| Song | Down In Mississippi |
| Artist | Ry Cooder |
| Album | Crossroads |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lenoir | |
| Far back’s I can remember | |
| Either had to plow or hoe | |
| One of those long ol’ nine feet sacks | |
| Standin’ at the old turn row. | |
| Down in Mississippi. Down in Mississippi. | |
| Down in Mississippi where I was born | |
| Down in Mississippi where I come from... | |
| They had a huntin’ season on a rabbit | |
| If you shoot him you went to jail. | |
| The season was always open on me: | |
| Nobody needed no bail. | |
| Nothing I got ‘gainst Mississippi, | |
| It also was the home of my wife. | |
| But I count myself a lucky man | |
| Just to get away with my life. |
| Lenoir | |
| Far back' s I can remember | |
| Either had to plow or hoe | |
| One of those long ol' nine feet sacks | |
| Standin' at the old turn row. | |
| Down in Mississippi. Down in Mississippi. | |
| Down in Mississippi where I was born | |
| Down in Mississippi where I come from... | |
| They had a huntin' season on a rabbit | |
| If you shoot him you went to jail. | |
| The season was always open on me: | |
| Nobody needed no bail. | |
| Nothing I got ' gainst Mississippi, | |
| It also was the home of my wife. | |
| But I count myself a lucky man | |
| Just to get away with my life. |
| Lenoir | |
| Far back' s I can remember | |
| Either had to plow or hoe | |
| One of those long ol' nine feet sacks | |
| Standin' at the old turn row. | |
| Down in Mississippi. Down in Mississippi. | |
| Down in Mississippi where I was born | |
| Down in Mississippi where I come from... | |
| They had a huntin' season on a rabbit | |
| If you shoot him you went to jail. | |
| The season was always open on me: | |
| Nobody needed no bail. | |
| Nothing I got ' gainst Mississippi, | |
| It also was the home of my wife. | |
| But I count myself a lucky man | |
| Just to get away with my life. |