Catfish John
Mama said: 'Don't go near that river'
'Don't be hanging around old Catfish John'
'Come the morning, I'd always be there'
'Walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn'.
Let me dream in another morning, have the time so long ago
When the sweet magnolia blossomed, cotton fields as white as snow
Catfish John was a river hobo, lived and died by the river bed
Thinking back, I still remember I was proud to be his friend.
Mama said: 'Don't go near that river'
'Don't be hanging around old Catfish John'
'Come the morning, I'd 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
still he never spoke in anger though his load was hard to bear.
Mama said: 'Don't go near that river'
'Don't be hanging around old Catfish John'
'Come the morning, I'd always be there'
'Walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn'.
Mama said: 'Don't go near that river'
'Don't be hanging around old Catfish John'
'Come the morning, I'd always be there'
'Walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn'.
'Walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn'.
'Walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn'.

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