Mississippi Mudbone Lyrics

Word on the yard is you're gonna make a break

I'm tellin' ya son, it's a big mistake

And it ain't the razor wire or the shotgun rounds

'Cause when they come to get ya, leadin' the parade

The closest thing to hell that's ever been made

A half-dozen blood thirsty Mississippi Mudbone hounds

He got a long black tail, and a howlin' wail

Track a man on the run over miles of earth and stone

He got hair like wire and breath like fire

They call that dog a Mississippi Mudbone

They took the blackest Mississippi mud

Mixed it with a gallon of the Devil's own blood

Threw in a gator's good-natured disposition

They made him long and they made him lean

They made him big and they made him mean

And anyone he bites got a new kinda air-condition

He got a long black tail, and a howlin' wail

Track a man on the run over miles of earth and stone

He got hair like wire and breath like fire

They call that dog a Mississippi Mudbone

When I was a young man, they put up a bounty

Mudbone chased me down to Yalabusha County

I ran past a mountain and a wild hog

Scrambled up a gum tree like it was a trifle

All I saw below me was teeth and a rifle

Shoot me in the head right now or shoot that dog

He got a long black tail, and a howlin' wail

Track a man on the run over miles of earth and stone

He got hair like wire and breath like fire

They call that dog a Mississippi Mudbone