Bad moon crawling on a cold night sky
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My papa called me to his bedside
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"I need a favor. tonight you must fly.
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Past 139th where the sad widow cry.
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Past the city where the street lights low
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A yellow light down a twisted road
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There's a man, he got something of mine
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Hurry, boy. I can feel the time.
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Long ago I bought just a few drops
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Of that Mississippi Power, yes I did.
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I'm afraid that I paid just a little too much
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For that Mississippi Power
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And the hour has come and I'm afraid to die."
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Packed my bag and I left right away
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Brought a shotgun and an old Chevrolet
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Down the old road, darker than sin
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I turned the motor off and a big man got in
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Said, "Son, have you come in the cold night alone
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For that Mississippi Power?
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Such a long way home
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For that Mississippi Power."
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Evil women, riches untold
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Diamonds and rubies, silver and gold
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Power to make a king bow low
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Can we make a deal?
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Yeah
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Have mercy
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Oh
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"Son, I want to tell you 'cause I wont you to know
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I made my mistakes but I love you so.
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I need a favor, tonight you must fly.
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Past 139th where the sad widow cry."
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"Son, have you come in the cold night alone
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For that Mississippi Power?
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In the cold night alone, oh yeah
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For that Mississippi Power."
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A yellow light down a twisted road
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Need some Mississippi Power
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But the hour has come and I'm afraid to die
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Mississippi
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Mississippi
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Mississippi Power
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| David Lee Roth |
