Let me dream of another morn
ing and a time so long ago
When the sweet magnolias blossomed,
cotton fields were white as snow
Catfish
John was a river hobo,
and he lived by the river bend.
Thinking back, I still remember,
I was proud to be his friend.
Mama said, don't go near that river,
don't go hanging around old
Catfish
John.
But come the morning, I'd always be there,
walking in his footsteps in the sweet
Delta
Born a slave in the town of
Vicksburg
Traded for a chestnut mare
Still he never spoke in anger
Though his load was
hard to bear
Mama said, don't go near that river
Don't go hangin' round old
Catfish
John
But come the morning I'd
always be there
Walkin' in his footsteps in
the sweet delta dawn
Let me dream of another morn
ing and a time so long ago
When the sweet magnolias blossomed,
cotton fields were white as snow