Listen to Mississippi Fuzz by Tyler Jay

Mississippi Fuzz

Tyler Jay

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Flick
Chris Flick
Drums
Jamie Michael
Jamie Michael
Guitar
Mike Johnson
Mike Johnson
Guitar
Bruce Bouton
Bruce Bouton
Guitar
Jeff Cox
Jeff Cox
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Jay Satterfield
Tyler Jay Satterfield
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Donnie Reis
Donnie Reis
Producer
Twelve 3 South Recording LLC Nashville TN
Twelve 3 South Recording LLC Nashville TN
Recording Engineer
Ryan Smith
Ryan Smith
Mastering Engineer
Sterling Sound
Sterling Sound
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

We was ridin' down to New Orleans Me 'n my buddies Cory, Daniel, Dean, and an outlaw I won't give his name Somewhere South of Memphis on a 55 Some old county sheriff had a warning sign That read checkpoint ahead They got dogs today Well me and my old friends sort of locked eyes And we knew that we would have to improvise Just gonna get off here and we'll find us another road I knew right then and there we shoulda kept on straight It's too late now, we done took that bait They was waitin' at the bottom of the hill, just a ready to go We met the fuzz in Mississippi On the way to New Orleans We were flyin' when we left Nashville, oh but that's between you and me On our way to Mardi Gras, but this don't look good to me Oh and dammit if I a'int already out on bail in Tennessee And they could tell we had our guns and they pulled theirs And I could see that each and every one of them was scared We put our kickstands down Thought this might be the end I said, "Calm down boys 'cause thems a'int for you But if you got nowhere to be, and something to prove I might be your huckleberry, ah baby, just say when" Well they took our guns and then searched our gear They found my stash and said, "What's this here?" Motioned for the sergeant to come over and take me in Oh and just when I thought luck had run out I saw that 'ol sergeant they been talkin' about He was an old friend of mine, we served together in the Marines Took our drugs in Mississippi On the way to New Orleans We were flyin' when we left Nashville, oh but that's between you and me And we made it down to Mardi Gras, and we didn't skip a beat Oh but now we're all like zombies, tryin' to score on Bourbon Street Took our drugs in Mississippi On the way to New Orleans We were flyin' when we left Nashville, oh but that's between you and me And we made it down there to Mardi Gras, 'cause the sheriff set us free And the deputy took my bags and forgot to look under the seat Took our drugs in Mississippi But they only found our weed Oh and we found things on Bourbon Street they don't sell in Tennessee
Writer(s): Tyler Satterfield Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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