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 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

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

I'm going to Memphis, yeah

Like a bitter weed, I'm a bad seed

But when the levee's through and I am too

Let the honky-tonk roll on

Come morning I'll be gone

I'm going to Memphis

Well, they all call me crazy

A slashing Mister Scott

My brother was killed for a deed I did

But I just remember what

I'm going to Memphis, yeah

I'm going to Memphis, yeah

Well, the prison ground at night

Is my own folding bed

Pork salad is my bread and meat

And it will be till I'm dead

I'm going to Memphis, yeah

I'm going to Memphis

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

I'm going to Memphis, yeah, oh yeah

I'm going to Memphis, uh huh

I'm going to Memphis, ooh