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Mama said : 'Don't go near that river' |
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'Don't be hanging around old Catfish John' |
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'Come the morning, I'd always be there' |
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'Walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn'. |
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Born a slave in the town of Vicksburg, traded for a chestnut mare |
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Lord, he never spoke in anger though his load was hard to bear. |
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Mama said : 'Don't go near that river' |
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'Don't be hanging around old Catfish John' |
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'Come the morning, I'd always be there' |
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'Walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn'. |
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Catfish John was a river hobo who lived and died by the river bed |
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Thinking back, I still remember I was proud to be his friend. |
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Mama said : 'Don't go near that river' |
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'Don't be hanging around old Catfish John' |
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'Come the morning, I'd always be there' |
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'Walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn'. |
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Let me dream in another morning, to a time so long ago |
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When the sweet magnolia blossomed, cotton fields as white as snow. |
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Mama said : 'Don't go near that river' |
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'Don't be hanging around old Catfish John' |
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'Come the morning, I'd always be there' |
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'Walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn'. |
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'Come the morning, I'd always be there' |
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'Walking in his footsteps in the sweet Delta dawn'. |
