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Mississippi got me doubled over laughing in pain
Back at the Chevron the chicken wings you feel just the same
That bucket of bayou that licked you a five pound block of salt
I through it to the puppy that was on the hot asphalt

The wisest word I ever heard was written on that wall
In the Mississippi river Spoon in Southern Arkansas
'cross the scrawl of the underground elite retorts
I see a to the traveler paraphrased, 'Sweet and Short'

A word to the
A to the philosopher
A hand to the
A to the masses

you do, don't
Whatever you do,
you do,
Don't take my

Mister blister burning on the of a day hard earned
A bullet through the blue highways 'till the whole damn world is
We're driving and driving until driving it don't feel real
But it's so easy all you do is get some sleep behind the

Take a second to reflect on a
Every we've made has shared a certain similarity
There are juices and there's
And there's of all brand names
But the on the walls from town to town has been the same

A word to the
A breath to the
A hand to the
A to the masses

you do, don't
Whatever you do,
you do
Don't take my

Permanent marker a fat tip
Scratch off the with a dime
Grease up the with some lipstick
A is not a crime

Finally before my eyes it was for me to see
At a truck stop in the hills of Eastern Tennessee
I'd tell you how I felt if I but I just can't
When I happened on that bathroom with a fresh of paint

A to the wise
A to the philosopher
A to the devil
A to the masses

Whatever you do,
you do, don't
you do
Don't take my

Don't take my
you do
Don't take my