Chicken and Wine

go and tell your mama i need some collard greens
cause last night i had somebut only in my dreams
down in the southlands, where the boll weevils fly
you trade your soul at the crossroads
for some sweet potato pie

but mister Mason and mister Dixon
they went and drew a little line
let's cross it honey, and sit beside the river
with some chicken and wine, chicken and wine

south of Tuscaloosa, north of Mobile
i met a sharecropper’s daughter
who had lost her wagon wheel
she said "won’t you help me mister
carry my corn to town
then we’ll go and spend some money
soon-as-the the sun goes down

cause mister Mason and mister Dixon
they went and drew a little line
let's cross it honey, and sit beside the river
with some chicken and wine, chicken and wine

i guess there must be banjos playing
all through the night
and butter melting on the biscuits
in the morning light
this dusty little country road
take you to my juke joint shack
we can put everything we own
in a gunny sack

headin’ for Biloxi, i know a gambler over there
he’ll loan me fifty dollars, i know he’s got it to spare
you can get a new dress, i’ll get a bottle or two
beneath the Mississippi moonlight
we’ll have a sweet rendezvous

cause mister Mason and mister Dixon
they went and drew a little line
let's cross it honey, and sit beside the river
with some chicken and wine, chicken and wine