Mama said, Dont go near that river
Dont be hanging around old Catfish John
Come the morning, Id always be there
Walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn
Take me back to another morning, to a time so long ago
Where the sweet magnolia blossomed, cotton fields are white as snow
Catfish John was a river hobo who lived and died by the rivers bed
Looking back, I still remember, I was proud to be his friend
Mama said, Dont go near that river
Dont be hanging around old Catfish John
Come the morning, Id always be there
Walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn
Born a slave in the town of Vicksburg, traded for a chestnut mare
Lord, he never spoke in anger, though his load was hard to bear
Mama said, Dont go near that river
Dont be hanging around old Catfish John
Come the morning, Id always be there
Walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn
Mama said, Dont go near that river
Dont be hanging around old Catfish John
Come the morning, Id always be there
Walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn
Walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn
That sounds cool