Oh, your muddy waters keep on calling me
You'll see me hanging 'round again some day
I've often ridden on your bosom from Memphis down to New Orleans
And when I hear that whistle of an old steamboat
I'm gonna pack my grip and head that way
'Cause I know that's the only way to lose
I'm gonna pack my grip and head that way
You'll see me hanging 'round again some day
I'm just like a seagull that's left the sea
Down that Mississippi river again, I'm a going to float
Floating over muddy waters, drifting through familiar scenes
'Cause I know that's the only way to lose
The Mississippi River blues