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Mississippi Kid

They kidnapped his woman
from a casino in Biloxi
sent word for a ransom
all the way from Lockhart

Sober and well mended
he packed his horse
for an interstate journey
with his pistols in his pockets

Outside Mobile fresh cornbread
filled the air from a plantation:
a reminder how his woman
used to give him some

Riding through Pensacola
the townsfolk just stared
as he grumbled to himself:
“Nobody dogs me ‘round”

Closing in on the Tri-Cities
he repeated his own motto:
“I was born in Mississippi, baby,
and I don’t take any stuff from you”

With his pistols smoking
and out by his side he sang:
“Down in Alabama you can run
but you sure can’t hide”


april, two thousand twelve
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

Author’s Note:
The Poem “Mississippi Kid”
is an Adaptation of the song,
Mississippi Kid,
lyrics by Ronnie Van Zant
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