Going Down To Mississippi - Phil Ochs

I’m going down to mississipi

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 mississipi

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 mississipi

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 mississipi

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