Mississippi Delta, down a long dusty road
Lives a pretty little girl, my honeysuckle rose
Body hot as Mississippi at cotton pickin time
Kisses as sweet as watermelon wine
Long tan legs that look so fine
Eyes as blue as the Mississippi sky

Been hangin’ round Ruby since she turned Sixteen
Ain’t got a chance cause her daddy’s real mean!
Daddy got a shotgun, propped by the door
Get outa here boy, you better hit that road.
Cos she's my little girl, She's my Honeysuckle Rose
                    
Parked my old Chevy at the end of the track
I said Run Ruby run, ain't no turning back now
Marriage license stashed behind the glove-box door,
Left yo’ daddy cussin’ and a stompin’ the floor!
Buckshot pellets kickin’ up the dust!
We called it love, but he called it lust!
                    
Daddy's got a shotgun with a buckshot load
get outta here boy you better hit that road
She's my little girl 
she's my honeysuckle rose

There’s a little baby girl with her mama’s blue eyes
Eyes as blue as the Mississippi sky
She turned sixteen, boys hanging round my door
I said I know your game boys, been here before
Buckshot pellets now kicking the dust
They called it love i called it lust