Born on the bayou he's got nothin' to lose
Always knew the right kinda music was the blues
Six men down after hoedown show
Now he's doin' time enough to hear beard grow

Jailbird preacher he's a good ol' man
He knew that the troubles were driven out of hand
Spoke to the warden and they settled a deal
So he could play guitar ev'ryday after meal

Well he never was to mean nobody no harm
But the bunch came down to him from the nearby farm
Then he was forced to let the dam go down
And the mighty river Mississippi came floodin' 'round

Ten years later he was free as a bird
The best damn player that you ever have heard
Throwin' gigs at the local beer joint
He had to come far to this turning point

Then one night met a mississippi queen
The cutest little thing that he ever had seen
From then on he was even with his fate
It was time to finally shut the jailgate