Catfish John✓

Mama said don't go near that river

Don't be hanging around old Catfish John

But come the morning I'd always be there

Walking in his footsteps in sweet delta dawn

Let me dream of another morning

And a time so long ago

When the sweet magnolias blossomed

And the cotton fields were white as snow

Catfish John was a river hobo

He lived and died on the river bend

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

But come the morning I'd always be there

Walking in his footsteps in sweet delta dawn

Born a slave in the town of Vicksburg

Traded for a chestnut mare

Still he never spoke a 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

But come the morning I'd always be there

Walking in his footsteps in sweet delta dawn

Come the morning I'd always be there

Walking in his footsteps in sweet delta dawn