| All right, all right, all right
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| Well I am the main Mississippi Mudcat and always will be Hello everybody
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| So there I was cruisin' through the country in my hot rod car
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| Just visitin' my friends up and down the backroads
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| I was driving slow
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| I was driving slow, meditatin' on Sheryl Crow
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| Sheryl Crow I’m telling you the truth now
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| (He's telling you the truth)
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| 42 miles an hour my gasoline was all gone
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| I was trying to look real cool and find my way back home
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| Darn, dark, dark
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| Driving slow, driving slow
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| Just seemed like an endless supply of hi line poles and mailboxes
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| Then all of a sudden there stood by the mail box at route 4 box 153
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| A damsel, yes a damsel in disdress (alright)
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| A damsel in disdress wearing high heels
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| With big blue eyes that made the darkness crawl
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| And a smile that could make a man cry
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| Yes I know (yes he knows) ring that phone boys… Go I stopped and said «'hello
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| And you are without a doubt the most beautiful magnolia I have ever seen in my life»
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| She said «shut up Marty party
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| What are you doing tonight riding around in that hot rod
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| With that loud radio, showing off them chromium pipes and fold away wings»
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| I said «baby, I’m just looking for gas cans, have you seen any»
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| Sometimes a fast rubber-tired shiny car is the thing to have
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| She said «well Marty party do you want some company
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| You know my specialty is spotting gas cans"(uh oh yeah, uh-oh)
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| She said to me, she said to me «what do you call this ride»
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| I said «honey, this here is my rocket ship"(all right)
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| And get in, just get in, just get in, just get in Let’s go home now
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| Alright |