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 knowI got a gal in Vicksburg
Bertha is her name
Wish I's tied to Bertha
Instead of this ball and chainI'm goin' to Memphis, that's right Lord, yeahA dude took all my money
Wouldn't let me see the cards
I owe the boss about a hundred years
For sleepin' in his backyardI'm goin' to Memphis, yeah Memphis
Yeah I'm goin' to MemphisLike a bitter weed, 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 goneI'm goin' to Memphis, yeah MemphisI 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 faceI'm goin' to Memphis, that's right Lord, MemphisWell, the freezin' ground at night
Is my own foldin' bed
Pork salad is my bread and meat
And it will be till I'm deadWell, 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 handThey all call me crazy for sassin' Mr. Scott
My brother was killed for a deed I did
But I dis remember what, yeahWell another boy is down
The shovel burned him out
Let me stand on his body
To see what the shoutin's aboutI'm goin' to Memphis, yeah I'm goin' to MemphisLike a bitter weed, 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 goneI'm goin' to Memphis, yeah Memphis