When it's summertime in Mississippi

And the night gets hot to the touch

When the mist rolls in from the river

To dance with the Spanish moss

Even these cold steel prison bars

Won't keep out the ghost of my past

She was a dark eyed Southern beauty

With a cruel and languid smile

But she knew what she was doing, Lord

When she drove this poor boy wild

But the one thing I didn't understand

She was the cheating wife of a jealous rich man

I knew that it was dangerous

I knew there was no turning back

I tried to keep my wits about me

Made damned sure I covered my tracks

But your bound to make mistakes

When you got an itch you just can't sratch

Just a kiss upon your lips

And you're swept away  by the flood

You know that you're a goner

When she seeps into your blood

I should have seen it coming

But I just couldn't let her be

She said she would love me forever

All I had to do was set her free

Now I'm doing fifty to life

And she's got all his money

When it's summertime in Mississippi

And the night gets so hot it steams

When the mist rolls in from the river

And it feels just like a dream

See I made a pact with this devil

And she got the best of me, so it seems

See I made a pact with this devil

She got the best of me, so it seems

This is a song that was dead in its tracks for a very long time.  I wanted to tell that classic southern tale of the woman who uses another man to get rid of her husband for his money.  I wanted to set the background for the story without telling the actual story - I wanted to leave that to the listeners' imagination.  Had a couple of verses but nothing else came in my head.  It was going nowhere!  Thanks to Marie Daily for lines 2 and 4 of the last verse.  That gave me the missing piece I'd been searching for to finish this tune.  Hope you enjoy!