The Wrong Man

Took a south train down to Delacroix
Mississippi Woman handed me a joint
Asked me if I'd be in this town for long
I said long enough to make you sing your song
So slow down baby, you're driving me crazy in the head

Stayed up with me till a quarter to three
Sleeping in the tub I thought I'd let her be
As Dylan still played on the radio
Hopped out the back door it's time for me to go
So long baby, you've been good to me

Found myself mixing with the socialites
Fine wine dining, champagne on ice
Danced with Chloe for an hour or two
FBI came, we've been looking for you
See here man, take these shackles off my hands

Hold on, I think you've got the wrong man

Jumped out the cop car, tucked and rolled
Took a ride headed for El Paso
Driver said he had seen me someplace
On the news said they were building a case
So he took me in his damn self

Locked in Bowie County rested from the night
Jury sat down ready for a fight
Mississippi woman had fallen asleep
House burnt down and they said it was me
Say what? She was doing fine when I left

So hold, I think you've got the wrong man
Yes you do

Testimony said they had seen me leave
They didn't know I had aimed to please
Bastards said they would throw me in jail
A twenty year count without bail
Your honor, justice has not been served

Cell mate Johnny went to lawyer school
Had a fine wife, took him for a fool
Showed me a picture of his once girl toy
A Mississippi woman down from Delacroix
It seems she took all we had

So hold on, I think you've got the wrong man.