Come mornin' I'll be gone
Like a bitter weed, I'm a bad seed
Well, I brought me a little water
But when that levee's through and I am too
I'm goin' to Memphis, yeah I'm goin' to Memphis
Let the honky tonk roll on
Wouldn't let me see the cards
I'm goin' to Memphis, that's right Lord, Memphis
But when that levee's through and I am too
Like a bitter weed, I'm a bad seed
In a Mr. Prince Albert can
With Mississippi all over my face
I couldn't get past Tennessee
Let me stand on his body
I'm goin' to Memphis, that's right Lord, yeah
For sleepin' in his backyard
Instead of this ball and chain
Let the honky tonk roll on
And I believe, he broke my hand
Is my own foldin' bed
They all call me crazy for sassin' Mr. Scott
Wish I's tied to Bertha
If I could get to the mercy man
He'd give me some I know
To see what the shoutin's about
The shovel burned him out
Well, the freezin' ground at night
A dude took all my money
But the boss man caught me drinkin' it
I got a gal in Vicksburg
Bertha is her name
Yeah I'm goin' to Memphis
Pork salad is my bread and meat
My brother was killed for a deed I did
I'm goin' to Memphis, yeah Memphis
I owe the boss about a hundred years
Well another boy is down
Come mornin' I'll be gone
I'm goin' to Memphis, yeah Memphis
But I dis remember what, yeah
But it must be a mighty fine place, that's right
And it will be till I'm dead
I never been to Chicago
