Song Description
A girl on the run from the law winds up in Hot Coffee, Mississippi. She recounts her road trip adventures that led her to love and salvation.
| Song Length |
3:19 |
Genre |
Country - Contemporary, Country - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
In High Spirits |
Subject |
Freedom, Town, Village |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Hot Coffee, Mississippi
Stranded in Hot Coffee, Mississippi
Buried my axle ten miles down the road
Gathered my things and walked a-ways
?Til I found a sign that met my gaze
Hot Coffee, population no one knows
Caught a glimpse of CNN this morning
Seems them Feds are hot upon my trail
Damn broken hearts musta squealed on me
Or that banker out in Albuquerque
And I guess that Hummer wasn?t mine to sell
I left my home in Independence
My heart in Dismal, Tennessee
Told?em both be back one day, but silly me
I had to ramble ?round the country
Got stuck in Mississippi mud
That?s how I wound up in Hot Coffee
With a sharp-shootin? son-of-a-gun
Took refuge in the Calhoun Church this evenin?
Dined on dinner rolls and bottled wine
I awoke to several shotgun shells
Bouncin? off them wedding bells
The Lord had gone an? sentenced me to life
Chorus
They?ve looked south of the border and west of the line
North of the river and east of the crime
Momma told?em I was in Hot Water
They ain?t never gonna find me now
Stranded in Hot Coffee, Mississippi
Got a bun in the oven and an acre left to plow
I stole me a heart as pure as gold
Never worryin? ?bout the ol? 5-0
Cuz there ain?t no cup o?joe in this whole town
I left my home in Independence
My heart in Dismal, Tennessee
Told?em both be back one day, but silly me
I had to ramble ?round the country
Got stuck in Mississippi mud
That?s how I wound up in Hot Coffee
With a sharp-shootin, straight-thinkin
Every night at eight drinkin
Ever-lovin son-of-a-gun
With a sharp-shootin, straight-thinkin
Every night at eight drinkin
Ever-lovin son-of-a-gun