Story Behind The Song
The southern states, especially Mississippi, have been maligned and misrepresented by arrogant big city dwellers for decades. This song tells the story of southerners who are fed up with Yankee interference and express their disdain.
Song Description
Traditionally, southern states, especially Mississippi, rank the lowest in economic, cultural and educational measures. However, their pride and spirit triumphs as they rejoice in their unique ways. They celebrate with food, religion, integrity and the Second Amendment. They stick together and fight outside influences.
| Song Length |
3:29 |
Genre |
Country - Rock, Country - Americana |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Annoyed, In High Spirits |
Subject |
Judgement, Pride |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Mississippi
I. Thank God for Mississippi, they all used to say.
But, they were just a line across that two lane highway.
We barely beat 'em out with poor folks in poverty.
But, th' will of our people has set us free.
II. Well, we don't care if we get a little bit fat.
We belly up to th' buffet and eat lots a that.
We suck down our Big Gulps 'tween buckets a chicken.
Come on down here, Yankee, we'll give you a lickin'!
(Chorus)
M-i-s-s-i-s-s-i-p-p-i, Mississippi.
M-i-s-s-i-s-s-i-p-p-i, Mississippi.
You sashayed on down here and said our life's a pity.
If you don't like it in Dixie, go back to New York City.
M-i-s-s-i-s-s-i-p-p-i, Mississippi.
M-i-s-s-i-s-s-i-p-p-i, Mississippi.
Yeah!
(Turnaround)
III. Get down off a your high horse, you ain't th' boss a me.
You can regulate up in Yankee land, but down here let us be.
We're gonna have our Moon Pies and eat 'em all up too.
Just shove it up there, Yankee, we've paid our dues.
IV. We're clingin' to our Bibles and clutchin' on our guns.
We don't trust all your braggin', 'cause you never get 'er done.
You say one thing and then you go and do another.
I'm from Mississippi, son, don't need no big brother.
(Chorus)
M-i-s-s-i-s-s-i-p-p-i, Mississippi.
M-i-s-s-i-s-s-i-p-p-i, Mississippi.
You sashayed on down here and said our life's a pity.
If you don't like it in Dixie, go back to New York City.
M-i-s-s-i-s-s-i-p-p-i, Mississippi.
M-i-s-s-i-s-s-i-p-p-i, Mississippi.
Yeah!
(Turnaround)
(Tag)
Hey, Arkansas? We got yo' back!
Louisiana? We got yo' back!
Say, Alabama? We got yo' back!
Tennessee? We got yo' back!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
M-i-s-s-i-s-s-i-p-p-i, Mississippi.
Yeah!