I've got a cup of Mississippi,
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And a hot rod cloud,
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A hat full of Texas,
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And a hot ride south.
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Going up to lousiana,
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With a pool room key,
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To see the beer drinking guru,
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Who put a spell on me.
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I got a spell on me!
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I got a spell on me!
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I got a Mississippi mud spell on me!
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I got a spell on me!
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She's got a hog's head breath,
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And a big old scar,
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A green striped eyeball,
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And the grease laden drum.
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A Louisiana snowball,
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With the cutest little smile,
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Three French quarters,
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On a Mississippi Mile.
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I got a spell on me!
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I got a spell on me!
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I got a Mississippi mud spell on me!
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I got a spell on me!
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I got a moose to pin,
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With a marshmallow grin,
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Little glass fingers,
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And a black leather hip.
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Going up to lousiana,
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With a pool room key,
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To see the beer drinking guru,
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Who put a spell on me.
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I got a spell on me!
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I got a spell on me!
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I got a Mississippi mud spell on me!
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I got a spell on me!
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I got a spell on me!
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I got a spell on me!
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Spell On Me
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| Reverend Horton Heat |
