Going To Memphis

Bring a drink of water Leroy

Bring a drink of water, no

If I could get to the mercy man

He'd 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

A dude took all my money

Wouldn't let me see the cards

I owe the boss about a hundred years

For sleepin' in his backyard

I'm goin' to Memphis, yeah Memphis

Yeah I'm goin' to Memphis

Like a bitter ****, I'm a bad seed

But when that levee's through 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

I'm goin' to Memphis, that's right Lord, Memphis

Well, the freezin' ground at night

Is my own foldin' bed

Pork 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 boss man caught me drinkin' it

And I believe, he broke my hand

They all call me crazy for sassin' Mr. Scott

My brother was killed for a deed I did

But I dis remember what, yeah

Well another boy is down

The shovel burned him out

Let me stand on his body

To see what the shoutin's about

I'm goin' to Memphis, yeah I'm goin' to Memphis

Like a bitter ****, I'm a bad seed

But when that levee's through and I am too

Let the honky tonk roll on

Come mornin' I'll be gone

I'm goin' to Memphis, yeah Memphis