: Won't you come along with me To the Mississippi We'll take the boat to the land of dreams Steam down the river down to New Orleans The band's there
Passing through Memphis, one night in May Saw her waiting tables in a Beale Street Blues Cafe The band was playing strong but she was center stage Straight
said you're ready like Freddie to battle me But the real Freddie's Dead and I ain't Curtis Mayfield All wise, with four I's/eyes like Mississippi You
Passing through Memphis one night in May Saw her waiting tables at a Beal Street Blues Cafe The band was playing strong but she was center stage Straight
to the Mississippi (down to the Mississippi) We'll take the boat to the land of dreams Steamin' down that river down to the New Orleans Now the band'
(Will Birch/Dr Feelgood) (Music also by Jimmy Reed - Omar & The Howlers: Down in Mississippi) I'm going down by the jetty Tonight the tide is high It
a cooking on my pick-up radio I rush home for a shower and put on my dancing shoes I get the Friday fever and the Sunday morning blues I'm a southern
Well, down in Mississippi, there's a little bitty town And there ain't much happens till the sun goes down Then all the people come from miles around
Perry's in the alley cooking barbeque BB's down on Beale Street and he's singing the blues Everybody is alright Ain't nobody uptight Dancing in the moonlight Muddy Mississippi
around, and this is what he said "You'll ride a black tornado 'cross the western sky Rope an ol' blue northern, and milk it till it's dry Bulldog the Mississippi
Sittin' on a riverboat havin' a party Me and my Cajun Queen She's turnin' twenty-one on the Mississippi river Headin' down to New Orleans The year is
Won't you come along with me To the Mississippi? We'll take the boat to the land of dreams Steam down the river down to New Orleans The band's there
Now won't you come along with me To the Mississippi? We'll take a trip to the land of dreams Blowing down the river, down to New Orleans The band is
you niggas in the grave I mean they dyin', I mean they fryin' Gone off that juice and leave their mothers cryin' (Fermalgahide) 'Cuz their little boy is dead, 'cuz that color blue
No won't you come along with me Down the Mississippi We'll take trip to the land of dreams Floatin' down the river down to New Orleans And the band'll
(S. Dentone) Co-arranged with Big Boss Band Well I wanna be in Nashville In the home of white culture In the home of country Well I wanna be in Chicago
