Transcribed by R. Patterson
(standard tuning)

Intro riff
[E]-[F]-[F#]-[G] 

[G]Sittin’ in the bayou country,
just me and my fishin’ line.
I raised a lot of hell and I hollered,
sippin’ on that Georgia moon [C]shine.
Well, I know how to have a damn good [G]time.

And I [D]take my shots strait out of the jug
and I [C]like to get pure drunk 
in that Mississippi [G]mud.

[G]Well, lets throw us a little party baby,
I’ll call a few friends of mine.
We’ll dance all night till the sun comes up
And we’ll drink our selves completely [C]blind
Then we’ll rock on down the [G]line

And I [D]take my shots strait out of the jug
and I [C]like to get pure drunk 
in that Mississippi [G]mud.

(instrumental break)
(follows same chord changes as verse & chorus)

[G]Well, I was raised by an awful alligator
he taught me how to walk the line.
He used to deal cards from the bottom of the deck,
but a Tennessee woman took his [C]life.
But he sure gave me some damn good [G]advice

And I [D]take my shots strait out of the jug
and I [C]like to get pure drunk 
in that Mississippi [G]mud.

Well, I [D]take my shots straight out of the jug
And I [C]like to get puke drunk 
in that Mississippi [G]mud.

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