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 was tied to Bertha
Instead of this ball and chain
I'm going 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 sleeping in his backyard
I'm going to Memphis
Yeah, Memphis
Yeah, I'm going to Memphis
Like 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 morning I'll be gone
I'm going 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 going to Memphis
That's right, Lord, Memphis
Well, the freezing ground at night
Is my own folding 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 Mister Prince Albert can
But the boss man caught me drinking it
And I believe, he broke my hand
They all call me crazy
For sassing Mister 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 shouting's about
I'm going to Memphis
Yeah, I'm going to Memphis
Like 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 morning I'll be gone
I'm going to Memphis
Yeah, Memphis