| Well, down in Mississippi in an old tar shack
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| I learned to toe the line or get the hickory 'cross my back
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| See, my daddy liked his whiskey and he had a bad mean streak
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| Sweet mamma was raised Christian, born to turn the other cheek
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| She did her very best to teach me right from wrong
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| Put me on the straight and narrow, but I didn’t walk it long
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| And I took my daddy’s whupin’s and I grew up hard and lean
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| Into the baddest mother’s son Jackson County’s ever seen
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| At seventeen I stole an Eldorado Cadillac
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| I drove it straight to I never once looked back
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| I swore no man would ever lay a hand on me again
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| Bought me a .45 as a means to that end
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| Then I painted that town redder than a Jackson fire truck
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| Who’d of thought one Mississippi coon ass boy would have so such luck
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| And I made quite the impression on the ladies and the law
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| I was the baddest mother’s son that they ever saw
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| And let me tell ya, there’s some pretty bad boys down in Jackson, son
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| One ngiht while playin' five card and winnin' me a pile
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| Off a big ole boy from Texas when I guess I cramped his style
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| He accused me of cheatin' put a hair upside my head
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| I drew my .45 and shot that motherfucker dead
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| Then all Hell broke loose but I put up quite a fight
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| It took half the state militia to put me in jail that night
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| So, Mother, when they hang me put a stone above my head
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| Here lies the baddest mother’s son Jackson County ever bred
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| Baddest mother’s son
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| Jackson County born and bred
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| Shit! |