Going to Memphis
Bring a drink of water Leroy bring a drink of water (no)
If I could get to mercy man he´s give me some I know

I got a gal in Vicksburg Bertha is her name
Wish I´s tied to Bertha instead of this ball and chain
I´m goin´ to Memphis (that´s right Lord) yeah (uh huh)
But dues took all my money wouldn´t let me see the cards
I owen the boss about a hundred years for sleepin´ in his backyard
I´m goin´ to Memphis (yeah Memphis) yeah I´m goin´ to Memphis (now)
Like a bitter weed I´m a bad seed but when that levee´s thru and I am too
Let the honky tonk roll on come mornin´ I´ll be gone
I´m goin´ to Memphis yeah Memphis
I never been to Chicago but it must be a mighty fine place (that´s right)

I couldn´t get past Tennessee with Mississippi all over my face (uh huh)
I´m goin´ to Memphis (that´s right Lord Memphis)
Well the freezin´ ground at night is my own foldin´ bed
Polk salad is my bread and meat and it will be till I´m dead
Well I brought me a little water in a Mr Prince Albert can
But the bossman caught me drinkin´ it and I believe he broke my hand (hm hm)
They all call me crazy for sassin´ Mr Scott
My brother was killed for a deed I did but I disremember what (yeah)
Well another boy is down the shovel burned him out
Let me stand on his body to see what the shouting?s about

I´m goin´ to Memphis yeah I´m goin´ to Memphis hmm
Like a bitter weed...