I'm going down to Mississippi   I'm going down a southern road   And if you never see me again   Remember that I had to go   Remember that I had to go      It's a long road down to Mississippi   It's a short road back the other way   If the cops pull you over to the side of the road   You won't have nothing to say   No, you won't have nothing to say      There's a man waiting down in Mississippi   And he's waiting with a rifle in his hand   And he's looking down the road for an out-of-state car   And he thinks he's fighting for his land   Yes, he thinks he's fighting for his land      And he won't know the clothes I'm wearing   And he doesn't know the name that I own   But his gun is large and his hate is hard   And he knows I'm coming down the road   Yes, he knows I'm coming down the road      It's not for the glory that I'm leaving   It's not trouble that I'm looking for   But there's lots of good work calling me down   And The waiting won't do no more   No, The waiting won't do no more      Don't call me the brave one for going   No, don't pin a medal to my name   For even if there was any choice to make   I'd be going down just the same   I'd be going down just the same      For someone's got to go to mississippi   Just as sure as there's a right and there's a wrong   Even though you say the time will change   That time is just too long   That time is just too long      So I'm going down to Mississippi   I'm going down a southern road   And if you never see me again   Remember that I had to go   Remember that I had to go