Bad moon crawling on a cold night sky
My papa called me to his bedside
"I need a favor, tonight you must fly
Past 139th where the sad widow cry

Past the city where the streetlights throw
A yellow light down a twisted road
There's a man, he got something of mine
Hurry, boy, I can feel the time

Long ago I bought just a few drops
Of that Mississippi Power, yes I did
I'm afraid that I paid just a little too much
For that Mississippi Power
And now the hour has come and I'm afraid to die."

Packed my bag and I left right away
Brought a shotgun and an old Chevrolet
Down the old road, darker than sin
I turned the motor off and a big man got in

Said, "Son, have you come in the cold night alone
For that Mississippi Power?
Such a long way from home
For that Mississippi Power." Yeah
Evil women, riches untold
Diamonds and rubies, silver and gold
Power to make a king bow low
Can we make a deal?

Yeah
Have mercy
Oh

"Son, I want to tell you 'cause I wanted you to know
I made my mistakes but I love you so
I need a favor, tonight you must fly
Past 139th where the sad widow cry."

"Son, have you come in the cold night alone
For that Mississippi Power? Yeah
In the cold night alone, oh yeah
For that Mississippi Power."

A yellow light down a twisted road
You need some Mississippi Power, yes
But the hour has come and I'm afraid to die

Mississippi
Mississippi