| Well she’s born outside of Memphis, just north of Tupelo
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| Oh Lord, she’s a Mississippi Queen
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| And just like that big river, oh Lord, she’ll pull you under
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| She fights fire with gasoline
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| The first time that I saw her down at the white water
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| Dance across those ancient hardwood floors
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| And you could tell she had a history with the cigarettes and whiskey
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| And the boys that had a way with words
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| But I want to make that glorious mistake
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| She’s got the kisses of a thousand angels and the bite of a rattlesnake
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| Much like my first occurrence with straight Kentucky bourbon
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| Oh Lord, she took my breath away
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| And when she called me «Darlin'» I started caterwaulin'
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| Oh, I had nothin' else to say
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| But I want to make that glorious mistake
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| She’s got the kisses of a thousand angels and the bite of a rattlesnake
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| And when she gets me all alone she strikes the fear of Jesus
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| She sends that fear coursin' through my blood
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| And when we hit the bedroom, it’s always fire and brimstone
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| Yes I have been washed in the flood
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| And I want to make that glorious mistake
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| She’s got the kisses of a thousand angels and the bite of a rattlesnake
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| She’s got the kisses of a thousand angels and the bite of a rattlesnake |