Letras de Catfish John (studio outtake)

Mama said, "Don′t go near that river
Don't be hangin′ 'round old Catfish John"
Come the mornin', I′d always be there
Walkin′ in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn

Take me back to another mornin'
To a town so long ago
Where the sweet magnolia blossomed
Cotton fields are white as snow

Catfish John was a river hobo
Who lived and died by the river′s bend
Lookin' back, I still remember
I was proud to be his friend

Mama said, "Don′t go near that river
Don't be hangin′ 'round old Catfish John"
Come the mornin', I′d always be there
Walkin′ in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn

Born a slave in the town of Vicksburg
Traded for a chestnut mare
No, he never spoke in anger
Although his load was hard to bear

Mama said, "Don't go near that river
Don′t be hangin' ′round old Catfish John"
Come the mornin', I′d always be there
Walkin' in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn

Mama said, "Don't go near that river
Don′t be hangin′ 'round old Catfish John"
Come the mornin′, I'd always be there
Walkin′ in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn
Walkin' in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn

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