| Lyrics: | Mama said, "Don't go near that river,
Don't be hanging around old Catfish John."
Come in
the morning I'd always be there,
Walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta
dawn.
Take me back to another morning, to a time so long ago,
When the sweet
magnolia blossomed, cotton fields as white as snow.
Catfish John was a river hobo who
lived and died by the river's bed,
Looking 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 in 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,
Lord
her never spoke in anger though his load was hard to bear.
Mama said, "Don't go near that
river,
Come in 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 |
