Mama said don't go near that river.
Don't be hanging around old Catfish John.
But come the morning I'd always be there
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Walking in his footsteps in the sweet delta dawn.
Born a slave in the town of Vicksburg
Traded for a chestnut mare
He never spoke a word in anger,
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though his load was hard to bare
Catfish John was a river hobo
he lived and died on the river bend
Thinking back I still remember
I was proud to be his friend.
Let me dream of another morning
and a time so long ago
When the sweet magnolias blossomed
and the cotton fields were white as snow
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