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Mississippi Queen, If you know what I mean
Mississippi Queen, She taught me everything
Way down around Vicksburg, Around Louisiana way
Lived a cajun lady, Aboard the Mississippi Queen
You know she was a dancer
She moved better on wine
--Mountain
I used to call this young lady Mississippi Queen, just a nickname , as I tend to do folks.
Texan by birth, just her parents were down Mississippi way , having a good time and seems nine months later this young lady arrived.
She come from good stock - some would call these folks hustlers, bootleggers, real good shooters. I called them friends, my kind of folks and shooting partners.
Daddy - well he was born with a shotgun for a baby rattle. Momma, a handgun. Both did well with the other and pretty good with a rifle.
Now back in the day , as the story is told, folks sometimes made side bets, and money fell into cigar box or a hat.
Turkey shoot they say, one was supposed to shoot the turkey that was tethered behind a log. They were restricting folks to shotguns and pellet loads, and this Daddy was asked not to shoot.
Seems someone else might ought to win a Turkey.
"Wife wants to shoot then, in fact she wants to use her pistol" - Daddy Shared, holding Miss Queen.
Grins come about, grins got bigger and somehow a cigar box appeared and one group of folks playing dumb, dropped some money in the cigar box.
Wife did not know any better - she had a Uncle that was a Policeman , later a small town Deputy, and shooting 50 yards was just what one had to do to qualify.
Miss Queen got a picture took with the Turkey Momma shot with her pistol.
Miss Queen come from good stock and was raised right, she adopted me as an Uncle and she looked right cute in her dress, cowgirl boots and hats, getting some early lessons on shotguns and pistols.
Got bigger and she had this knack with her .22 single shot rifle
Then her Daddy and Momma came out in her with shotguns and handguns.
She had the mindset, the correct basics down, just needed to get a bit bigger and do what her size what let her.
She growed up and filled out - as they say...
"Mississippi Queen , us and some of the old gang gonna be out Such&Such way - Mississippi Queen sure would like it if her Adopted Uncle could come see." Daddy
*Grin* - Uncle figured it was about time, he had been keeping tabs and ...
Let us just say this was an "informal shoot" - not one of them registered shoots with membership cards and what not.
One bunch of folks let on they knew each other, this other bunch just sorta acted like they did not know anyone there and kinda stayed here and there and not bunching up.
Might have been some head nods, a grin , or some other body language softly spoken.
"Well sir - I do not know about your daughter shooting with us, there is a public range down the road so ...
...this is sorta a private "informal shoot..." Said the man in a ice Cream colored suit - with a wad of cash in his pocket.
"Yes sir , I understand, I think anyway. See the daughter needs practice and gets a might nervous still at public places...
...out here in the middle of nowhere, well the more you shoot , the better you get...
Daddy spoke.
"Which one your little lady fella ?"- said Ice Cream suit.
Daddy pointed and little lady was instead a drop dead gorgeous Texas gal wearing a tank top and tight jeans...acting kind of stupid, seems she could not get the door open to the car...*smirk*
Little conversation took place between Ice Cream suit, and Daddy, Momma stepped up and...
"Got an entry fee? State it, daughter wants to shoot".
One bunch of folks started snickering, and money accidentally fell into a cigar box, more money found Ice Cream suit's pocket.
This other bunch sorta grinned a wee bit on the outside - inside they were grinning real big.
Mosey on over - listen to whispered words and money again accidentally fell into a cigar box.
Poor old Mississippi Queen , had a Super X Model 1, gun case was a tattered mess and folks made fun of her bumbling around and the case looked like it should have been tossed out years ago.
Pitiful looking shells, but - hey the parents said she needed practice and experience and they had paid the entry fee...
She never missed! One minute there was this bumbling broad and the next minute poetry in motion.
Did I do good Daddy and Momma? Mississippi Queen asked.
Now one bunch was a bit surprised while the other bunch was not. The bunch not surprised was reading the crowd and still staying separate from each other.
Seems Daddy and ice Cream suit had a "talk", ice Cream suit's coat pocket not as thick as it had been and that cigar box was empty, but Daddy's left pocket was thicker...
Daddy got serious and cut to the chase. Now these two bunches of folks were taking real close note of each other - sizing each other up. Someone seemed to remember Daddy from back somewhere, and matters got a bit tense for a bit - and some hands got near coat pockets and all.
Daddy's right pocket was thick too, and his hand were not on his keys inside either...
Momma in the near shadows - and pretty sure she was not feeling with her fingers to see if she had missed a belt loop...
Daddy was not going to get to shoot with daughter. This event was pump gun only and "Can My Uncle over there shoot with me?"
"That old boy is your Uncle? Don't look like much..."
Mississippi Queen and her "Uncle" stepped out with 870s in 28 gauge, other two fellas shooting 12 bores and grinning , they were "chosen" to get the money back.
Tension in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife...
Four folks shooting had a "understood respect", while other unwritten rules were being respected by the two bunches watching - sometimes the shooting going on by the four folks on the field.
One does not count money if they win - just make sure it is there, and not fake money. Polite thing is to shake with a firm handshake ( if can) firm nod of the head and leave.
Some things are best not spoken - then again not saying anything says a lot more.
Last line of the song expresses that other bunch as we left in "layers" - meaning you covered each others back sides and flanks and took a different route to the meeting up place...
While the rest of them dudes were making their bread
Boy I beg your pardon, I was losing mine!
Seems some kids take after their momma and grandparents...
...and no, there ain't no "great" attached to this Adopted Uncle bit either...not how this bit is done you understand.
Mississippi Queen, She taught me everything
Way down around Vicksburg, Around Louisiana way
Lived a cajun lady, Aboard the Mississippi Queen
You know she was a dancer
She moved better on wine
--Mountain
I used to call this young lady Mississippi Queen, just a nickname , as I tend to do folks.
Texan by birth, just her parents were down Mississippi way , having a good time and seems nine months later this young lady arrived.
She come from good stock - some would call these folks hustlers, bootleggers, real good shooters. I called them friends, my kind of folks and shooting partners.
Daddy - well he was born with a shotgun for a baby rattle. Momma, a handgun. Both did well with the other and pretty good with a rifle.
Now back in the day , as the story is told, folks sometimes made side bets, and money fell into cigar box or a hat.
Turkey shoot they say, one was supposed to shoot the turkey that was tethered behind a log. They were restricting folks to shotguns and pellet loads, and this Daddy was asked not to shoot.
Seems someone else might ought to win a Turkey.
"Wife wants to shoot then, in fact she wants to use her pistol" - Daddy Shared, holding Miss Queen.
Grins come about, grins got bigger and somehow a cigar box appeared and one group of folks playing dumb, dropped some money in the cigar box.
Wife did not know any better - she had a Uncle that was a Policeman , later a small town Deputy, and shooting 50 yards was just what one had to do to qualify.
Miss Queen got a picture took with the Turkey Momma shot with her pistol.
Miss Queen come from good stock and was raised right, she adopted me as an Uncle and she looked right cute in her dress, cowgirl boots and hats, getting some early lessons on shotguns and pistols.
Got bigger and she had this knack with her .22 single shot rifle
Then her Daddy and Momma came out in her with shotguns and handguns.
She had the mindset, the correct basics down, just needed to get a bit bigger and do what her size what let her.
She growed up and filled out - as they say...
"Mississippi Queen , us and some of the old gang gonna be out Such&Such way - Mississippi Queen sure would like it if her Adopted Uncle could come see." Daddy
*Grin* - Uncle figured it was about time, he had been keeping tabs and ...
Let us just say this was an "informal shoot" - not one of them registered shoots with membership cards and what not.
One bunch of folks let on they knew each other, this other bunch just sorta acted like they did not know anyone there and kinda stayed here and there and not bunching up.
Might have been some head nods, a grin , or some other body language softly spoken.
"Well sir - I do not know about your daughter shooting with us, there is a public range down the road so ...
...this is sorta a private "informal shoot..." Said the man in a ice Cream colored suit - with a wad of cash in his pocket.
"Yes sir , I understand, I think anyway. See the daughter needs practice and gets a might nervous still at public places...
...out here in the middle of nowhere, well the more you shoot , the better you get...
Daddy spoke.
"Which one your little lady fella ?"- said Ice Cream suit.
Daddy pointed and little lady was instead a drop dead gorgeous Texas gal wearing a tank top and tight jeans...acting kind of stupid, seems she could not get the door open to the car...*smirk*
Little conversation took place between Ice Cream suit, and Daddy, Momma stepped up and...
"Got an entry fee? State it, daughter wants to shoot".
One bunch of folks started snickering, and money accidentally fell into a cigar box, more money found Ice Cream suit's pocket.
This other bunch sorta grinned a wee bit on the outside - inside they were grinning real big.
Mosey on over - listen to whispered words and money again accidentally fell into a cigar box.
Poor old Mississippi Queen , had a Super X Model 1, gun case was a tattered mess and folks made fun of her bumbling around and the case looked like it should have been tossed out years ago.
Pitiful looking shells, but - hey the parents said she needed practice and experience and they had paid the entry fee...
She never missed! One minute there was this bumbling broad and the next minute poetry in motion.
Did I do good Daddy and Momma? Mississippi Queen asked.
Now one bunch was a bit surprised while the other bunch was not. The bunch not surprised was reading the crowd and still staying separate from each other.
Seems Daddy and ice Cream suit had a "talk", ice Cream suit's coat pocket not as thick as it had been and that cigar box was empty, but Daddy's left pocket was thicker...
Daddy got serious and cut to the chase. Now these two bunches of folks were taking real close note of each other - sizing each other up. Someone seemed to remember Daddy from back somewhere, and matters got a bit tense for a bit - and some hands got near coat pockets and all.
Daddy's right pocket was thick too, and his hand were not on his keys inside either...
Momma in the near shadows - and pretty sure she was not feeling with her fingers to see if she had missed a belt loop...
Daddy was not going to get to shoot with daughter. This event was pump gun only and "Can My Uncle over there shoot with me?"
"That old boy is your Uncle? Don't look like much..."
Mississippi Queen and her "Uncle" stepped out with 870s in 28 gauge, other two fellas shooting 12 bores and grinning , they were "chosen" to get the money back.
Tension in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife...
Four folks shooting had a "understood respect", while other unwritten rules were being respected by the two bunches watching - sometimes the shooting going on by the four folks on the field.
One does not count money if they win - just make sure it is there, and not fake money. Polite thing is to shake with a firm handshake ( if can) firm nod of the head and leave.
Some things are best not spoken - then again not saying anything says a lot more.
Last line of the song expresses that other bunch as we left in "layers" - meaning you covered each others back sides and flanks and took a different route to the meeting up place...
While the rest of them dudes were making their bread
Boy I beg your pardon, I was losing mine!
Seems some kids take after their momma and grandparents...
...and no, there ain't no "great" attached to this Adopted Uncle bit either...not how this bit is done you understand.
